Thirteen Minutes of Life and Death (3)

It was obvious that no one had read this book for a long time. In fact, no one had taken care of it. It was covered in a thick layer of dust.

After patting and cleaning it up, he returned to the reading room with the book and sat down in front of Lin Ran.

"Brother Qi, what are you doing now? Introduction to Programming Languages?"

"I want to build an AI that can automatically write cultivation techniques."

Hearing this, Lin Ran was clearly stunned. Then, he couldn't help but nod.

"I'm still thinking about how to get started with researching cultivation techniques and you're already thinking about how to automatically write cultivation techniques. I'm on the ground, and you're in the atmosphere. Perhaps this is the difference between us."

"Did you really believe that?" Feng Qi was stunned.