In the observation room, a virtual screen was displaying footage of several people inside the Flower God Space.
"Old Yu, you've been hiding deep enough. Come on, spill it—when did you breed a Flower God?" Zuo Dahong asked in astonishment.
Qiao Jianshan, equally curious, chimed in, "Yeah, Old Yu, tell us—where did you get the genes for the Flower God?"
Yu Shusheng chuckled mysteriously, pretending to be enigmatic. "Well, that's a long story…"
"Then make it short."
"Uh… Someone gave it to me."
"Who would gift someone like you, that lousy old man, such an expensive monster gene?"
"Hey, I'm only in my fifties! What lousy old man?"
Yu Shusheng roared at Zuo Dahong and ended up spraying saliva all over his face.
Qiao Jianshan witnessed this and shook his head with a sigh. "All these years, can't you be more composed?"
"Alright, Old Yu, Old Zuo, stop arguing. What's the purpose of sending them into the Flower God Space?" he asked.