William's temper has improved significantly over the years.
If this had been eons ago, encountering someone like Zed who starts a fight right off the bat, he would have definitely slapped him dead on the spot.
Now, having lived for so long, he has become more easy-going. Plus, having had a satisfying battle in the Cosmic Entity Guardians' War, fighting someone at Zed's level now feels utterly bland.
He was already trying hard to control his own power. If they must fight, what's the point?
Garen arranged William's teaching schedule quite swiftly—a class a week, taking up a large lecture hall.
It was one of those elective courses where students could choose to attend if they were interested.
Once the schedule was set, Garen hurried over to see William.
"Mr. Johnson, do you think this arrangement is suitable?" Garen thought of Mr. Johnson as a transcendent sage, for whom teaching was merely a playful endeavor.
