The beginning of the rise of the native mages

Tang Zhen was walking on a secluded Village Road. This place was deserted and wild beasts were often seen.

However, in such a place, there was someone waiting by the roadside, waiting for his arrival.

This was a young man. Although he was thin and weak, his eyes were very persistent. There was a trace of fanaticism in his eyes when he looked at Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen did not place the other party in his eyes. If it was an enemy, he would be able to deal with it casually. However, if the gods of this world appeared, Tang Zhen would feel extremely happy. In that case, he would have a reason to take action.

However, things were not as he had imagined. Although the other party's target was him, it was definitely not the enemy he had expected.

"Hello, Sir, my name is Jess. I've been waiting for you here to ask you about cultivation and to pay as much as possible.

"If it's possible, I hope to follow in your footsteps and witness your greatness with my own eyes!"