Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
There was nothing that a person could not learn. Li Dong had gone from a proud young man to someone who would subconsciously force a smile and fawn upon anyone who was stronger and had a more formidable background than him.
If the old Li Dong knew he would become the kind of person he was now, he would have choked himself to death, but it was actually not that hard to do. The old him just had not really understood the world.
Mo Fan was indeed a blessed Mage. Not only had he won the World College Tournament, he had made some impressive achievements in recent years, too. Li Dong believed Mo Fan did not really have to lower his head in front of anyone if he had not stumbled into Zhao Jing. He could have continued to climb to the highest level with his head upright.