Three hundred and sixty components were arranged neatly on the forging table, their surfaces gleaming with cold light. They had already begun to show a vicious edge.
The Thousand Machines Box was a Mental Power Weapon. Every one of its components was a weapon in itself, and when combined, they could unleash more than ten times their individual power. It was exceptionally extraordinary.
From a design standpoint, it was very similar to the Meteor Cone Wang Teng had used before. Both were composite mental power weapons, but the Thousand Machines Box was clearly far more powerful than the Meteor Cone.
The components were like works of art. An Lan finally could not resist moving closer, his eyes shining as he asked in disbelief, "It's done already?"
"Don't rush. The runes haven't been inscribed yet," Wang Teng said calmly.
"I'm not in a hurry. Take your time. Just make sure you forge it properly for me!" An Lan hurriedly said.
After pausing, he asked again:
"Oh right, are you going to inscribe the runes yourself too?"
"Mm." Wang Teng nodded without any hesitation and prepared to begin the inscription.
An Lan felt that he had asked a very stupid question. Wang Teng was a Three Dao Grandmaster. If he did not do it himself, was he supposed to go out of his way to hire another grandmaster?
But when he saw that Wang Teng was about to begin inscribing runes without even taking a rest, the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably.
"How about... we take a break first? I'm really not in a hurry," An Lan said.
"Don't distract me. What if my hand shakes and I inscribe something wrong? Then all the effort will be wasted. Don't blame me when that happens," Wang Teng said flatly, glancing at him.