Today.
28-year-old Zhang Feng, together with Chen Genius, who is about the same age, went to Highland Province.
At this moment, on a suspended train about twelve meters long.
Zhang Feng ordered the guards around them to step back, while looking at the pale-faced Chen Genius,
"Once Z1 is completed, we'll allocate some material and human resources to start the construction of the 'Spiritual Energy Planting Base'."
Zhang Feng pulled his arm over and checked his pulse,
"You're researching yourself into a state where regular medicine can no longer heal you.
Because what you've lost is 'spirit.'
I need to plant some Spirit Fruit and Spirit Flower to help you regulate your energy and nurture your spirit.
Otherwise, I'm really afraid you might suddenly die one day."
"Hmm..." Chen Genius seemed a bit dispirited, "Don't worry, Teacher Zhang, now that Z1 is perfected, I'll have time to rest.
Last time when I was researching superconductors, it was the same. A bit of rest will do."
