"Was this technology developed independently by you?"
Bastian fell silent for a moment before finally speaking slowly.
Benjamin's heart tightened slightly, then relaxed again.
How should he put it?
Fortunately, the people before him were all genuine top-tier geniuses, so they possessed the habitual thought patterns of geniuses.
If he had run into people of more ordinary caliber, they would have directly wondered where this technology had come from, and might instead have stumbled upon the true origin of the Mustard Seed Dao-Containing True Body Art by sheer chance.
But precisely because they were all geniuses, they had the confidence of geniuses.
So, upon seeing an unknown technology, geniuses instinctively assumed that the person before them had developed it.
Yet Benjamin felt somewhat awkward afterward. He could hardly tell the three before him that this was a cultivation system from another world.
So he could only smile. "No, I received help from many people as well. But this technology is still far from perfected at present, and it has even developed quite a few problems."
Yet after hearing Benjamin's words, the three Level 8 Wizards showed not the slightest disappointment. Instead, their expressions became even more appreciative.
Savien set down his teacup and said with a smile, "That isn't a problem. All kinds of accidents arising from imperfect technology are simply part of a wizard's daily life. My Spatial Folding Theory back then only succeeded after blowing up six laboratories."
Morna nodded in agreement as well. "The imperfections of an initial technology are not important. What truly matters is whether this technology can keep moving forward."
"To carve out a new path in the field of space, even if it is still highly imperfect, already surpasses the heights that the vast majority of wizards can attain in their entire lives."