"Is this considered a secret?"
"A secret that even the Longevity Sect knows about, what kind of secret is that?"
Max and Old Zhang looked at each other.
Speaking of secrets, it indeed was a secret, but a secret of this level couldn't compare to the value of a Dragon Crystal.
What they really wanted wasn't the answer to an exam, but at minimum, a way to approach the problem. What use was spouting formulas to them?
What exactly are the forty-nine paths of the Heavenly Dao? No one could clearly say.
It's just a hypothesis.
Li Mumu could certainly understand that sense of powerless dread a fool feels before the gates of wisdom.
The Grand Sorceress Mephistopheles explained her String Theory in hundreds of thousands of words, and Li Mumu could only comprehend the most superficial part.
Whenever it involved high-level algebra, introducing constants and imaginary number vectors, she was completely lost.
