Chen Feng had not expected his application to be approved so quickly. It seemed Wang Qi's name held an extraordinary significance among the higher-ups.
Because the higher-ups had required secrecy, he had prepared his questions a day in advance and submitted them for review.
This time, the reply from above came swiftly, and the review was approved outright. Before long, he connected to the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm through Xue Bufan's large-scale computing device.
"Yo, brother, what made you think of contacting me?" A flippant, careless voice came through, accompanied by faint scratching sounds. It seemed the person on the other end was writing something.
Chen Feng said, "Wang Qi, do me a favor. There are a few things I want you to describe using mathematics."
"Sure, sure." The pen on the other end paused, then another sheet of paper was switched out. Wang Qi clearly was busy right now. "Make it quick. I'm really pressed for time."
Chen Feng transmitted the images he had prepared that morning. This spiritual link was evidently a little too large, and the transmission took several seconds.
They were seven knots, all of which Boso had only worked out over the past few days. It was clear that he was imitating those Path of Living Beings Source molecules Ai Qinglan had carved.
And in truth, they did look very much like Path of Living Beings Source molecules.
After tying the first one, Boso seemed to have attained sudden enlightenment. He grew increasingly adept with those virtual images. Ai Qinglan switched to some longer chains, but they still did not stump him.
This poet of the Nan Clan seemed to have truly found some abstract law.
Chen Feng and Ai Qinglan believed that this was the hidden secret. If they could connect these complex knots