Shen Wanjing smiled without speaking.
Wan Daorong looked at Yang Fei's awkward and ashamed expression, his expression changed a few times, and he sighed: "I thought when you were mass-producing this divine medicine, there would be fluctuations where the concentration varied, which would be within the normal range, but unexpectedly..."
He sighed heavily at last and did not continue.
Yang Fei hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Master. It wasn't my intention to deceive everyone, but the appetite of various forces keeps growing, and the production of the genetic liquid medicine is indeed limited, so I had no choice but to resort to this strategy."
He paused and said, "But rest assured, Master, although the concentration of this item has decreased, the effect is not much different."
Shen Wanjing nodded and said, "That's right. After we got this item in Shifang City, we diluted it and distributed it to the people below to use, and there were still some lucky ones born."
