"...A reformer?"
Meng Chao had not expected "Jackal" Kanus to have arrived at the same thought as him.
His mind raced. Feigning confusion, he probed, "Does the Wolf King think there's... something wrong with present-day Turanze?"
"Of course there is. And I don't believe you can't see it."
The Wolf King smiled without quite smiling, his face plainly saying, I saw through you long ago. He pointed around them. "To understand Turanze's problems, all you need to do is open your eyes and look at this Holy Mountain around us.
"Harvester, let me ask you: do you think the Turan Holy Mountain was formed naturally, or built by human hands?"
"Well..."
Meng Chao had pondered this question countless times already. There was no need to conceal or lie, so he stated his guess bluntly. "I think it was both.
"The shattered space around the Holy Mountain must have been affected by the City of Falling Stars crashing into this world.
"But the Holy Mountain Depths, fragmented and ever-changing as they are, contain a great number of spatial passages that allow rapid leaps and point-to-point connections. That must have been the handiwork of the Ancient Turan People.
"The Ancient Turan People who first arrived in this world used unimaginable technology to conquer the folds, distortions, and fissures of space. Only then could they endure those arduous years of blazing trails through brambles, multiply and thrive, and carry their civilization on until today."
"That's right. The technology the Ancient Turan People used to conquer and transform the area around the Holy Mountain was truly miraculous beyond comprehension."
The Wolf King sighed. "Unfortunately, after more than ten thousand years of reproduction and development, not only have we failed to carry forward our ancestors' technology, we have not even managed to inherit and preserve