Meng Chuan's lifestyle, like that of an ascetic monk, is something she can't endure.
Seeing her daughter wanting to go up to the attic, Xue Na approached and whispered:
"Don't disturb your brother; he said he's about to breakthrough...some second level or something.
Let him train well; we just need to handle the logistics."
"Level? The second major limit perhaps..."
"Yes, yes!"
Meng Yiyi's constitution and comprehension were entirely inherited from her parents; she was almost clueless about martial arts.
Yet, the laboratory's projects often required cooperation with martial artists, so she naturally understood what the second major limit implied.
Thinking of this, Meng Yiyi couldn't help but take a deep breath, her mind stirring with turbulent waves.
In her lab, she often collaborated with martial artists who had reached the second limit.
But these people were all over forty or fifty years old; even those in their thirties were quite rare.
