Night is deep, and the snow is getting heavier.
The members of the Immortal Committee left the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory and returned to the North Suburb Base, back to the meeting room, brewed hot tea overnight, and discussed the follow-up to this matter.
Chairman Chen Shu sat at the head of the conference table, yawned, and drank some strong tea.
"It's getting late, let's not bother Expert Bai Mo anymore.
"Just us here, let's finalize what's necessary first.
"When it comes to promotion, this time we won't keep it under wraps, let's give it a slight push."
Mo Lanyou, Professor Zhang, and others nodded beside the conference table.
"In terms of security, the Immortal Technique Committee members we sent seem to be useless now… We'll chat with Expert Bai Mo tomorrow, see what he thinks, whether to keep this batch of security?
"That Immortal Grass in the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory workshop… uh… that, it's good stuff too!
"But…"
