"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Watching Su Ping sprint all the way into the laboratory, Liu Fuhai blinked. He soothed the Dream Butterfly, which seemed to have been startled, before asking Su Ping in surprise.
"There's a new method to try! I think it could very well be the direction for the Dream Butterfly's mutation!"
Without even raising his head, Su Ping went straight up to a Dream Butterfly, stared fixedly at it, and spoke rapidly.
"What method?"
Liu Fuhai immediately perked up. He knew this little brat before him never disappointed anyone, much less let them learn how to spell the word disappointment.
Because he himself was the embodiment of a miracle!
Yet this embodiment of a miracle ignored him again, staring fixedly at the Dream Butterfly as though keeping him in suspense.
It had to be said that Su Ping was far better than Liu Fuhai at keeping people guessing and speaking in riddles.
At the very least, Liu Fuhai was thoroughly convinced of that.
Because right now, Old Liu did not dare disturb Su Ping.
Clearly, Su Ping was thinking. What if interrupting him ruined the line of thought he had finally found?
So, anxious as hell, he could only stand to one side with his eyes wide open, waiting for Su Ping's response.
Obviously, Su Ping was not deliberately trying to annoy Liu Fuhai, and this was no time to argue over whether he was keeping him in suspense.
His gaze rested on the Dream Butterfly while his Mental Strength slowly spread outward. At the same time, he spoke to the little creature through Mental Communication, asking it to use its Mental Connection skill.
However, even now, he had yet to light up the Dream Butterfly Record, so to him, the Dream