"Curvature-Transformation Channel..." Elder Dian Jing muttered, then finally registered the last remark and turned to look at Feng Jun.
His eyes were still filled with confusion, clearly deep in thought, yet he asked reflexively, "You scolded me?"
This was simply... infuriating! Seeing how absent-minded he was, Feng Jun did not know whether to laugh or cry. Still, he had no choice but to answer seriously. "Since we're exchanging knowledge, the accomplished may be teachers regardless of seniority. Your line of thought is flawed, so why can't I scold you?"
"Don't interrupt me, I'm thinking," Elder Dian Jing said impatiently, waving a hand. Then he spoke thoughtfully, "To increase the surface area, we should use a honeycomb structure, right? But how should this Curvature-Transformation Channel be explained?"
"Is that how you ask for guidance?" Feng Jun flung his hand in anger, rose to his feet, turned, and left.
He knew the other man had not meant it, but... unintentional murder was still murder. Being treated like this again and again was truly intolerable.
Elder Dian Jing was still lost in thought. "Right, the Curvature-Transformation Channel can indeed work... then this point... where is he?"
The many cultivators looked at one another, not knowing what to say.
In the end, Elder Cang Jing cleared her throat. "Elder Dian Jing, allow me to speak fairly. You are indeed a genius..."
Feng Jun returned to the manor. Recalling what had just happened, he still felt both annoyed and amused. He certainly had no thought of revenge; he merely had a simple headache—there was truly no way to communicate under such circumstances. Let that fellow communicate with Yi Jue instead.
Elder Dian Jing was quite determined as well. He left? What a temper... then I'll figure it out myself!
After waiting a while and seeing