What did it mean to be a doer?
Zhu Hong now understood it thoroughly.
He vaguely remembered the scene when, shortly after they arrived at the Heart of Myriad Spirits and saw the Ice Fang White Wolf's Child of Winter, Su Ping had told him about his idea for a Fire Element elemental trait.
Back then, Su Ping had only had an idea.
Precisely because it was only an idea, Zhu Hong had rejected it outright.
It was not that he doubted Su Ping could do it, but even his idea represented a lengthy breeding undertaking.
With nothing more than a simple idea, not even the rudiments of a skill cultivation method, how could he achieve anything in a short time?
It was not as though they lacked research directions, and whether it was All Rivers Run to the Sea or anything else, they had undoubtedly already achieved some results.
Why spend that time and effort switching to an entirely new direction?
So, deep down, Zhu Hong had not agreed with Su Ping.
In his eyes, as a Master Breeder who had made his name young, Su Ping's thinking really did leap ahead too quickly, and at certain times, he truly lacked some patience.
Yet never in his wildest dreams had Zhu Hong imagined that, a little over ten days later, the boy would call him and say he wanted to try cultivating the rudimentary form of that skill he had mentioned.
Moreover, based on their conversation with the Cloud Sage, they could roughly establish that this skill was very likely the rudimentary form of the Vermilion Bird's Southern Bright Li Fire.
At that moment, Master Zhu had only one symbol to express his feelings:
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Were they not all at the Heart of Myriad Spirits?
Aside from this boy's