"Should we move all these back to the research institute?" A middle-aged man asked, pushing up his glasses.
"Yes, move everything. These patterns are of great research value. Once we get back, contact all the biologists and have them come take a look." The old professor nodded.
"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded, then instructed the cultivators to help cut out the patterns, each storing them in their storage rings, ready to be taken away.
At the end, as everyone was preparing to leave, they noticed the old professor hadn't left but was staring blankly at a wall with nothing on it.
"Professor, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man walked over to the professor and asked.
"Look, doesn't this wall seem a bit thinner than the others?" The old professor spoke in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was slightly stunned. He raised his head and examined the wall closely, his body shook suddenly—it was indeed as the professor had said.
