"…"
Wan Xiaotian was completely dumbfounded. Every brain cell of his was dumbfounded. He subconsciously uttered, "Huh?"
"Like this, you want to capture the existence of space ripples by measuring the curvature of the rays of a star. It is a great idea, but you cannot calculate it with 'dense clouds'. If it is 'discrete clouds'—
Old Li stuffed the leather duster into Wan Xiaotian's hands and dipped himself in the mopping water. Then he started writing on the wall smoothly. Very soon, he had written a wall of formulas and algorithms that Wan Xiaotian had never heard of or seen before. But when he focused his eyes, he was greatly enlightened.
"Can you understand 10% of it?"
Old Li asked as he wrote.
"More or less."
Wan Xiaotian was greatly shocked, not just for the mysterious algorithm that Old Li wrote, but also for Old Li himself. His voice was shaking, "Old Li, how did you… who are you exactly?"
"Is it important?"
