So this time, not only had they applied for the full sampling and approval service, but they'd also thrown in home delivery?
The host and guest had parted on good terms. As she watched Professor Fu leave, Lisha's heart remained unsettled for a long while.
There was no helping it. That was academia: achieving a little something didn't mean you could stop moving forward.
Fu Qian had once again demonstrated through action that research never took a break. He had plenty of faith in Professor Lisha's insight, and didn't look back once the whole way.
It was already noon outside the laboratory. There was no sign of Liu Shuang or her companion; they seemed to have rushed off to attend to their own business.
Professor Fu was naturally pleased by this eagerness to forge ahead, and turned to make his way back to his own laboratory.
Losing health unexpectedly during a mission was one thing. His responsibility to academia was no joke.
Although he had told Professor Lisha he wouldn't stay long, there was no harm in holding down the fort for a little while before setting off for the Sea of Ashes.
He could also take the opportunity to make some preparations, such as waiting for Professor Kalaodola's flesh and blood.
He soon reached his destination. The place was as quiet as last time, and Fu Qian plopped down in his seat with ease.
The academy was thriving, and the spirit ash had been set right...
The Angel Lord had already been executed, and the Night Watchers had each returned to report...
He had an invitation with no pressing deadline, and could sit back and watch Your Excellency Stomach get beaten up... Even the depleted Golden Candlestick had been replenished.
As Fu Qian looked at the vulgar golden radiance