「One hour later.」
Celestial Craft Maintenance Department, Lab Three.
When Han Feng swiped his card to enter, Zhao Yu was wearing heavy protective goggles, staring entranced at a high-speed micro-centrifuge.
He took off the goggles.
His eyes were filled with a spiderweb of bloodshot veins.
"What are you doing here in broad daylight, kid?"
"Got a bit of inspiration. Came to test it out."
Han Feng expertly switched on the Superconducting Arc Furnace.
VMMM—
Inside the furnace chamber, a pale blue arc of electricity danced like a newborn thunder serpent.
Han Feng didn't use any precious materials.
He casually grabbed a handful of Spiritual Energy Alloy scraps from the waste bin.
Watching this, Zhao Yu's eye couldn't help but twitch.
Spiritual Energy Alloy, even the scraps, was worth several hundred Contribution Points per kilogram on the Black Market.
But in this guy's hands, it seemed no different from pebbles on the side of the road.
