"Come in, why aren't you coming in yet?" Silk Lady hiding within the Cave Mansion grew somewhat impatient.
Ning Zhuo watched the crowd squeeze into the cave, yet he remained unhurried.
His fingers subconsciously rubbed the Mechanical Ring, which remained motionless.
Ning Zhuo was reminiscing.
The intelligence he previously acquired, of a very high level and at considerable cost, naturally involved Che Zhuzi.
Ning Zhuo himself had some vaguely blurry memories, but upon trying to recall, he found them unclear.
Such minor details were impossible for him to remember with complete clarity.
"Perhaps, when I return, I should focus on studying this information?"
It was like a child picking up a long wooden stick, poking or sweeping it at everything he saw.
Ning Zhuo's learning ability had skyrocketed; whenever he saw something, he wanted to try it, study it.
