"I know! I know!" Su Junyu's excited voice echoed throughout the entire training ground. He shouted frantically, so excited that he shattered the draft papers in front of him with mana, scattering them into the air like celestial maidens scattering flowers.
In recent days, this training ground had been lifeless. A group of arithmeticians whose beliefs were bound to be negated were gathered together, learning and exchanging ideas, much like a group of death row inmates huddling for warmth.
Su Junyu's shout was undoubtedly a huge encouragement to the others.
Bao Xiaofeng's body trembled. He knew what Su Junyu was pondering. Although various signs indicated that perhaps some predecessors had already proven that "incompleteness"—even if not, at least they had refuted the Master's approach.
However, when this result truly appeared before him, he could hardly believe it.
