In Fang Jing's office, the computer screen clearly displayed everything that had just transpired between Ling Zhuang and Shen Yunqing.
Fang Jing stared intently at the footage. When he saw Shen Yunqing actually persuaded into drinking the potion, he couldn't help but curse aloud. "What a fool! Are you not afraid of being poisoned?"
But soon, as Shen Yunqing's body showed visible signs of strengthening, Fang Jing's anger faltered. His earlier suspicion, that Ling Zhuang might be a spy sent to harm him, began to fade.
His gaze fixed on the shattered, empty vial.
This Ling Zhuang… he was truly that capable?
He had actually created a potion that could grant an ordinary human extraordinary power?
Then, if he could strengthen the powerless, could he also create something that made the strong even stronger?
Fang Jing, who had just moments ago mocked Shen Yunqing's gullibility, suddenly found a similar desire stirring in his own chest.
