"Bad news?" Ye Qiu's heart skipped a beat, sensing something ominous, and his face immediately turned grim. "Tell me."
Zhao Chunxue gave him a deep look, somewhat pitying, and said, "If you take a closer look, you'll find there are still traces of potion in your body. However, the potency is too strong, and it's hard to absorb.
Although the residual potion will gradually fade over time, if you can't absorb more, your strength will stop here. If you manage to absorb it, everything will be fine."
"Of course, the bad news I'm referring to is that your probability of absorption is less than one percent."
"In that case..." Just as Zhao Chunxue was about to comfort Ye Qiu, a faint smile appeared on Ye Qiu's lips. "Hehe, even a one percent chance is a good thing.
Because in my world, Ye Qiu's world, there is no difference between one percent and one hundred percent."
"But can't you calculate whether I'll succeed or not?" Ye Qiu immediately asked.
