The pale and frail office worker next to him said with a smile, looking like he had been working all night for a week.
He habitually carried a briefcase in his hand.
The office worker continued.
"After all, my job is just like that. Cultivation secrets don't wait for anyone. If the Yang God comes to our city and I haven't even started yet, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"
"Aren't you afraid that your boss will fire you?" the elite man asked in surprise.
"He was the first one to skip work."
“…No wonder you can work for him.”
The other side.
Several students with childish faces gathered together, already imagining what would happen after becoming extraordinary people.
"I heard that those transcendent beings who have achieved immortality through cultivation are different from those wizards in the West and can directly increase their lifespan. Is this true?"
"It seems like it has to reach a certain stage. It's very difficult."
"That's better than no hope at all."
"What? Are you looking down on the all-purpose potion?"
"No, no, no, I'd love to be a wizard, but I didn't become one."
The person who spoke had tears in his heart.
It has been a long time since Gregardi released the basic wizard training method, and he has been trying to practice it.
Perhaps he wasn't cut out to be a wizard.
I've been practicing for so long, but there's no sign of getting started.
He was tortured so much that he couldn't bear it several times and wanted to spend a huge amount of money to buy a stone to test the wizard's talent.
It’s still the cold reality, the empty wallet, and the education of parental love.
Only then did he "wake up".
Becoming a wizard depends too much on aptitude, and the training methods are obscure and difficult to understand.
No wonder Gregardi was so decisive when he released the cultivation method.
It turns out that they knew they didn't have a teacher, so the paper was just waste.
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