If practicing martial arts meant contracting a kind of mental illness,
would you be willing?
...
Such a question surfaced in Wu Ya's mind.
But he didn't have an answer for the time being.
He took Yu Zhilang and Shen Shili with him into a command vehicle's carriage, drove the others away, and turned on the recorder.
He asked with a mixture of nervousness and urgency,
"Mr. Shen, I have a question that I need you to answer seriously."
"Go ahead," Shen Shili replied nonchalantly, assuming it was about martial arts cultivation—indeed, it was.
In this regard, he was obligated to cooperate with the research center, which included not only inquiries but also some experiments.
"Goat, white horse, python, which of these three animals do you prefer?"
Shen Shili frowned, sensing something off about the question, especially since he was well aware of Wu Ya's expertise.
Nevertheless, he gave an answer: "None of them."
Wu Ya also furrowed his brows.
