Lou Gao scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly. "Having ordinary blacksmiths make such intricate Soul Tools always feels like something's missing. But what is it?"
Lou Gao paused, racking his brains for ages without finding the word.
Just then, Hongdou smiled and supplied it. "A sense of ceremony!"
"It's just like when I refine medicine. If I only do part of the work myself, it feels as though something is missing."
Lou Gao slapped his thigh in sudden realization. "Yes, yes, exactly! A sense of ceremony!"
"Senior, couldn't we keep doing things the old way and make them ourselves?" Lou Gao asked tentatively, while Hongdou also turned an expectant gaze toward him.
Qian Chongling's face darkened with exasperation. He truly could not fathom how these two research fanatics thought.
The pills and Soul Tools were preparations for the war coming in the near future, so he would not let these two research fanatics do as they pleased.
Besides, people whose heads were stuffed with research responded to a soft touch rather than force. Unfortunately for them, handling them was simplicity itself for Qian Chongling.
"No bargaining. Do as I say, or I'll..." he began.
"I'll give you a vacation. A whole year of paid leave, during which you won't be allowed to touch a single piece of equipment in the research institute!"
"And I'll assign Titled Douluos to watch you. You won't be allowed to research anything during your vacation!"
At those words, Hongdou and Lou Gao felt as though they had heard the sky come crashing down!
To them, a vacation was nothing short of terrible news. These two research fanatics practically ate, drank, relieved themselves, and slept in the Martial Soul Research Institute.
Being forbidden from touching the research equipment was worse than death.
It was like tying