When a girl said, "If you won't help me, I'll go ask my dad for help," any man would probably have to yield.
That was what Wang Qi thought.
Chen Youjia and Chen Jingyun had a strained relationship mostly because Chen Youjia loved sulking. In truth, Chen Jingyun had always felt guilty toward his daughter, believing he had failed to take proper care of her. So if Chen Youjia asked him for help, he would most likely agree.
As for the rest...
Wang Qi felt that his father-in-law might not realize how dangerous it was for his daughter to seek out Calculator Lord. Or perhaps he would forget about it the moment he started thinking.
Chen Youjia thought the same.
But without a doubt, Chen Jingyun would most likely help pass the message along.
So Wang Qi felt it would be better for him to do it himself.
Over the next three days, Chen Youjia worked on refining this type theory.
At the same time, she drafted an initial paper and placed part of the manuscript together with letters of thanks.
And throughout this process, the Ji Sect continued moving at its own pace.
They would not halt their steps for something like this. For mathematicians, nothing was more important than "the foundations of mathematics."
Even Wang Qi stopped going to the Yu Clan settlement. He handed formal linguistics entirely over to Zixu Yi and the younger generation of Yu Clan mathematicians, only taking time now and then to offer guidance.
He also returned to the Ji Sect's work.
The entire school operated in an orderly fashion, advancing bit by bit.
He felt that he was closer to the next threshold.
Within the lightless heavenly prison, Calculator Lord received a new letter.
"A letter of thanks..." Calculator Lord's brows