Regarding Zhao Guo'an's mystical babbling, Xiao Feng was skeptical, but since Zhao hadn't shown any malice or clear motives from start to finish, he'd have to observe and reassess later.
Trust isn't something that can be built just by words; it must be forged through shared experiences, not necessarily life-and-death tests, but more often, time reveals a person's true colors.
At this moment, holding the golden pill Xiao Feng tossed over, Zhao Guo'an sniffed it under his nose and frowned, "This thing's sealed pretty well. What do you want me to do by studying it?"
"It's simple, just figure out how it's made and try to replicate it," Xiao Feng said with a smile.
"Is this a drug?" Zhao Guo'an asked while gently squeezing it, finding the pill quite sturdy, almost as hard as a walnut. Calling it something edible felt pretty far-fetched.
