“Tell me about it,” Dr. Jia said, his interest piqued.0

Gao Yang smiled in lieu of a response. Dr. Jia’s gaze shifted from him to Nine Frost and realized that Nine Frost was looking at Gao Yang as well. He slapped his thigh and laughed.0

“It’ll work.”0

“As expected of the Genius,” Gao Yang praised; it was flattery, but he also meant it.0

Dr. Jia rubbed his chubby chin and broke it down: “Greed cannot pry into your or Dragon’s fate. In theory, I’ll be able to create medicine with one of your blood and vital energy, which will help one defend against the occupation over their fate once injected. However, blood and energy don’t embody fate itself, but simply colored by its ripples. The medicine won’t last long, offering at most a few seconds...0