"Mass production?"
Wude froze for a moment, then burst with joy.
Hua Yunfei really did have the bigger picture and the foresight. He was right: with such an incredible pill, they had to find a way to make it and mass-produce it!
"Little Handsome, don't you think we're the best in the world together?"
Wude slung an arm around Hua Yunfei's shoulders again, his eyes brimming with affection. Hua Yunfei's scalp prickled, and goosebumps covered his body.
If he hadn't known Wude, he would've suspected the guy's tastes.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't do that. It's easy to give people the wrong idea."
Even knowing Wude, Hua Yunfei couldn't take it. He slipped out of his embrace and moved a step away.
"Promise me: once the pills are ready, give me the first one. Push me up to Immortal Emperor Grade!"
Wude was dreaming big. If one pill could raise him by one realm, then what if he took a few? Wouldn't he become an Immortal Emperor in no time?
And if he took a few more, wouldn't he surpass the Immortal Emperor realm?
By then, Ao Kun, King Yu—every last one of them would be small fry. He could blow a whole bunch of them to death with a single breath!
"You're getting ahead of yourself. It's not that simple," Hua Yunfei said, rolling his eyes.
"So there's a limit?" Wude asked.
"No, but the higher your realm, the weaker the pill's effects."
Hua Yunfei looked at Wude and warned him, "Great Commander, I have to remind you: if you can't find your own path, then even if you take pills, breaking through will be difficult."
"Have you found your own path?"
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