"It's impossible for a person to do something beyond the scope of their understanding. I knew perfectly well that there was no way I could replicate the third skill like I did the first two. So, I gave up. I didn't even try to copy it!
"But if I didn't follow Zhao Yuanyi's orders, he certainly wouldn't have let me go. So I understood that I had to find a way to trick the Zhao father and son..."
Reaching the crucial point, Feng Boyi suddenly paused. He looked at Su Ze listening intently, at the curiosity and confusion on his face, and said smugly, "I chose another method: a transplant!"
Su Ze's pupils contracted involuntarily, and his heart suddenly began to race. It was as if he had just grasped something crucial.
A transplant?
A transplant!
"What did you transplant?!" His fingers tightened without him realizing it, crushing the burning cigarette butt in his hand. He didn't even feel the glowing tip searing his skin.
