"Ye Yin," Zhang Menglong said, "I've always wanted to ask you a question."
"Mr. Zhang, are you wondering how strong my power is?" Ye Yin replied with a smile.
"Yes," Zhang Menglong answered.
"Well, those eight superhumans from America, killing them is as easy as killing chickens for me."
"That's so Versailles," Zhang Menglong thought, his guess was similar, but he was still astonished when he heard it.
"By the way, Ye Yin, if I were to take that Fighting Spirit Pill, would I also instantly become awesome?"
"That won't do," Ye Yin said, "Your body right now is just that of an ordinary person, and it can't withstand such a powerful drug effect. Moreover, this kind of elixir is just an aid. To develop your body's potential, you should use a step-by-step approach."
"Gou Dan, what does step-by-step approach mean?" Zhang Menglong asked, suddenly realizing something—although Ye Yin could read his mind, it seemed she couldn't detect Gou Dan's presence.
