Guodong seemed just as baffled by Qu Jianlei's question. It remained silent for over ten seconds before answering.
"Who said the Awakened Ones control me? Are they even worthy of that with their level? I merely carry out the program settings strictly."
"Wait a moment," Qu Jianlei said, feeling as though his brain was about to crash.
Cultivators and program settings... how could those two concepts blend together so naturally?
After sorting out his thoughts, he finally asked.
"You mean the various operations you carry out, and the relevant execution programs, were set by your original master?"
"Of course," Guodong... Golden Crow Third answered without hesitation. "I listen to no one but my original master."
Just try not listening to me! Qu Jianlei was genuinely unimpressed.
But how could he seriously argue with someone mentally deficient? What he truly cared about was this: "So this robot was made by your original master?"
The veteran from Shenzhou really knew how to have fun—using an Artifact Spirit to control a robot?
"Of course," Golden Crow Third answered without hesitation. "It was just that my master died unexpectedly, and I was picked up by the Awakened Ones."
Let me process that for a moment! Qu Jianlei felt another headache coming on.
The technology behind this kind of robot could not possibly have come from Shenzhou—unless someone had traveled back from five hundred years in the future.
So he was genuinely puzzled. "But judging from the robot's construction, everything outside the core area is Imperial technology?"
"Probably... yes?" Golden Crow Third once again displayed its intellectual shortcomings, unable even to confirm the origin of its own technology.
But immediately afterward, it remembered something else. "My original master said that the Empire's little bit of technology was nothing in a Cultivator's eyes."
That was true