Yang Yuan didn't stand on ceremony with Zhao Jiayan. With a thought, he easily refined the palm-sized wings.
The next moment, the palm-sized wings in his hand disappeared, and a pair of wings made entirely of light appeared on his back.
"Wings made of light?"
Yang Yuan was astonished, feeling that such a super technological product might not be something his printer could replicate.
Because even if he could scan them, without the corresponding materials, it was unlikely to fabricate such functional wings with other materials.
Zhao Jiayan smiled and explained, "The Technology Association is indeed very powerful. Water can be compressed into a solid, and gases can be separated. That was once our technology. But for light, we have almost no experience in utilization, whereas they have a very mature theory, capable of capturing and utilizing photons."
"Photons?"
