An hour had passed.
Xia Feng was beginning to feel sleepy.
At last, the man in bandages, Xia Feng, was the first to create a C-class matrix, under the satisfied nod of the old man in white, he, with hands behind his back, drifted toward the distant Heavenly Lantern Pavilion.
The son of the Pope, Dipus, with a gentle smile, casually tossed out a C-class matrix and followed closely behind.
It must be said, Xia Feng found being too different was indeed lonely.
These geniuses all exhibited a very proud demeanor, but compared to Mu Shen, they were not even a match for a single hair.
So painfully slow.
Mu Qingtong also felt these people were incredibly slow, she looked thoughtfully at the receding figures of Tulun and Dipus, lost in thought.
These so-called era-defining super geniuses took a full hour to produce a C-class matrix, yet felt proud of it.
Perhaps this was the bliss of ants.
