The Allied Forces began setting up a grand formation around the mountain range stretching thousands of miles. Ju Yunxiu wanted to stop them, but Xu Buyi's voice transmission came through her Sea of Souls: "Come back, come back. Let them set it up."
Ju Yunxiu froze for a moment, then kept her eyes on Zuo Qingtian and Tian Songzi as she slowly retreated into the Palace Fortress.
It had originally been a sprawling complex of palaces, halls, towers, and pavilions in every conceivable style. Yet somehow, it had now folded together into an enormous castle, as though the palaces themselves could be dismantled and reassembled. Even Ju Yunxiu, who knew the Artisan Sect's methods well, could not help clicking her tongue in wonder. This was far too interesting.
Could the entire palace complex be one giant "robot"?
The instant she entered, the world spun around her, as though she had been transported somewhere. When she steadied herself, she found herself in a small, hub-like chamber.
None of her fellow disciples were present. Only Xu Buyi, Mo Wuzi of the Artisan Sect, and several robots stood there, while Qing Cha was curiously poking at one of the robots.
Seeing where Qing Cha was touching, Ju Yunxiu nearly lost her composure on the spot. Stamping her foot, she cried, "Qing Cha! Don't touch there!"
Qing Cha curiously asked Mo Wuzi, "Is this Iron Man a woman? It doesn't have that..."
Mo Wuzi's cheeks twitched for a long while before he could only coax, "It got touched so often that it was rubbed away. Don't touch it anymore."
Qing Cha suddenly understood. "No wonder Master doesn't have one either. So it was because Martial Uncle..."
Xu Buyi and Mo Wuzi could not bear to watch and turned their heads away.
Veins bulged across