Melting Furnace had really not deceived him; he had shown him the way without holding anything back. Unfortunately, a lousy wall cannot be propped up with mud.
No wonder Zhi Fu looked down on him.
After they finished exchanging information, Mr. Lou, with his notes filled to the brim, went off to ponder on his own, occasionally asking a question. But it did not take long before he had thoroughly digested the theories, which made Ji Jue look at him with new respect.
Oh no, the speed and efficiency with which Mr. Lou was rolling up his sleeves were rather exaggerated.
A sense of urgency suddenly scratched and surged upward.
Unable to sleep, he simply propped himself up on a Mercury chaise lounge and started furiously continuing to write the unfinished paper, occasionally using Mr. Lou's Melting Furnace and Non-attack to conduct tests on the spot.
Time passed by, second by second.
Amidst the miscellaneous noises, a crisp sound suddenly rose.
