Liao Chen hung his head, silently going down the mountain.
He saw Meng Chuan beside him, eyes sparkling one moment, then like him, looking dim the next.
With all that, he felt like he was on a roller coaster.
His emotions were in turmoil.
Close to descending the mountain, he hadn't thought of any solutions.
It felt... like every path led to a dead end.
No hope at all...
Seeing Meng Chuan seemingly full of ideas, he couldn't resist, and opened his mouth to ask:
"Meng... Captain, if you have any solutions, share them. Speak out, and Buddha can help analyze."
To think this big fat monk had no solutions either, and only managed to finally call him Captain...
...
The voice interrupted his train of thought, and Meng Chuan recollected himself upon hearing it.
Just in time to first confirm whether his idea of tempering the body under heavy pressure was right, and its feasibility.
