Yuan Chen had waited for days and was already itching with impatience. The moment he got his hands on Xiao Yan's final work, he began reviewing it. As he read further, his expression changed several times.
Curiosity, satisfaction, confusion, surprise—they appeared one after another. Yet by the end, Yuan Chen had furrowed his brows. Even after finishing it, he was still unsatisfied. Looking at Xiao Yan beside him, he urgently asked, "What about the rest?"
"There is no more..."
"How can there be no more? This is obviously not the final step!"
"I truly don't know what comes after that." Xiao Yan spread his hands.
"How could you stop it here?" Yuan Chen felt unbearably restless. Xiao Yan's self-created pill had succeeded, but Yuan Chen's sharp eye had immediately detected that the account was still missing its final part.
All of Xiao Yan's earlier designs had aimed at strengthening a person's bloodline, yet the final result had still only been temporary enhancement. Yuan Chen had already guessed Xiao Yan's general direction from his earlier writings. He had found the beginning deeply enlightening, only for it to be completely cut off at the most crucial part, leaving him terribly frustrated.
Xiao Yan had no choice either. Although he had witnessed the most important process, Ming Mei had never explained it to him. He had only seen part of the blood replacement process and Qing Lin's condition afterward, and that had only been for one night.
How could he not want to carry on with the inspiration that had come to him so painstakingly and completely create the first pill formula of his own? But he knew nothing at all, and he simply could not create something from nothing. In the end, he had stopped at this point.
After seeing this, Yuan