"Failed again?" Guan Jinghao looked at the swollen corpse on the bed, slightly furrowing his brows.
"It's normal. The Red Flower Lang was designed from the start for that individual, not just anyone can fully harness its abilities. Several failures are not surprising." Fu Dongsheng looked up at Guan Jinghao, saying meaningfully, "Do you regret giving up on that person?"
"There's nothing to regret. The peak of human life is too short. No matter how strong he is, he can't withstand the grind of time; he will grow old eventually. The Space City can't bet its future on one person. I need thousands upon thousands of Magic Armor Masters like him." Guan Jinghao said calmly.
"Then our experiment..." Fu Dongsheng didn't finish his sentence.
"Perform a thorough autopsy on No. 11, identify the problem, and cultivate No. 12 as soon as possible," Guan Jinghao instructed.
