Within the limits of conventional methods, relying solely on the books Yang Ziyan had rented from the Cloud Bookstore and the incomplete draft she had left behind, the progress of reproducing the potion mentioned in the paper was far from ideal.
But in reality, only one night had passed—and that was even after excluding the Boss's rest time.
"With these experimental records, we should be able to produce the finished product tonight," Maid Miss said softly.
This was the conversation after Boss Luo had rested a little longer. The experimental records, of course, came from the material Zhang Wei had preserved.
"Then we'll have to conduct clinical tests to see whether its effects can meet expectations." Boss Luo nodded.
Whether it was the paper's contents or the experimental records Yang Ziyan had left behind—even if the records had already proven the formula, the experiment could not be considered successful if others were unable to reproduce it.
As for clinical trials, they might have been a difficult problem for Yang Ziyan to solve—but for the shop, they were not even something worth considering.
"However, according to what you said, Master, White Asura Zhang Wei clearly didn't realize the true value of this technology." Maid Miss gently shook her head. "What a rare technical talent, yet he only used it to design the chess pieces of the Second Blade Emperor."
"You're being too harsh." Boss Luo smiled. "White Asura isn't in this field. As a layman, it isn't surprising that he overlooked something... But Yang Ziyan's disappearance wasn't White Asura's scheme. So who was the one targeting her?"
Maid Miss did not speak at this moment, because her master was enjoying a certain process.
"I'll return to the South Heaven Gate first." Boss Luo chuckled. "There's someone I'd like the Second Blade