Sumeru City, Bazaar Street, Caravanserai Inn.
Morning light filtered through the curtains and fell across the blanket, letting Lin Feng, seated at the bedside, feel a trace of warmth as well.
A breath of fresh air gradually spread through the room alongside birdsong.
Lin Feng moved Xiao Bai off his thigh, walked to the oval window on the outer side of the room, pulled back the curtains, and happily admired the scenery outside.
--Mountains looming faintly through the morning mist, trees swaying gently in the breeze, and peddlers wandering the streets as they called out their wares.
Everything he had grown accustomed to seeing every day seemed to possess a different kind of charm today.
With Alhaitham joining them, Lin Feng's progress in restructuring the Akademiya had finally advanced by a considerable margin.
As a reliable adult, the Scribe's work capabilities had never disappointed anyone.
He estimated that he could complete the collection of the God-Making Project roster and the search for replacement administrators within one to two weeks.
Although Lin Feng had told Alhaitham about the project's experimental objectives and some of its procedures that he knew from the plot.
The God-Making Project was a highly classified core project, and most Scholars had never even heard its name. Finding every participant was truly a fantasy.
Yet Alhaitham still had the confidence to produce a report in such a short time. That level of efficiency was downright terrifying.
In his own words:
"--Every action inevitably leaves traces behind. I am investigating with the answers already in hand. If I still cannot achieve this level of efficiency, I might as well consider repeating a year."
Seeing how confident he was, Lin Feng had no intention of interfering with his personal actions beyond telling him that the Memory Crystal could be used