When choosing a landing site, Lu Mouren had weighed all available intelligence and made many judgments.
First and foremost, he had always kept his team's role in mind.
Unlike the battle-group style of most Explorers teams, who charged in and started fighting at once, Lu PingAn's team had always held its greatest advantage in logistics and production.
Naturally, his starting point had been maximizing profits.
"So this is the purification base for Spirit Holy Water? It really is spectacular."
At the southwestern corner of the city formed from Floating Bamboo, Lu PingAn saw the "treasure" he had wanted first—the manufacturing base that mass-produced the legendary treasure, Spirit Water.
Its structure had stunned Lu PingAn and the others from the very beginning.
It reminded Lu PingAn of the great engineering projects of his homeland, of those super dams that blanketed entire mountain ranges.
It was a gigantic, transparent "seashell." Rippled pipelines coiled through it one after another, drawing in vast quantities of seawater, while busy workers labored both inside and outside the pipes.
Outside, Long Hand People, fishmen, and fishlike beastkin technicians operated the equipment, dumping batch after batch of materials into the pipelines. Within the inner rings of pipes, Long Hand People and fishman divers also worked.
The seashell's spiral shape was perhaps simply meant to accommodate the pipelines coiled into rings. If this enormous maze of pipes were stretched out, it would probably span dozens of kilometers. Even rolled together as it was now, it firmly occupied an entire corner of the city.
The sight reminded Lu PingAn of the abandoned steel mill districts in Ancient City. Perhaps when he had still been a child, those furnaces and pipelines had seemed just as immense, as if they covered the sky.
For the people who depended on them for their