"Lord Bei, do you know who built Sifang City? Is that person still alive, and do they have any successors?"
Meng Zhao's mind turned quickly. Anyone capable of using a Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice iceberg as a foundation to forge an entire city—setting aside martial prowess, their skill and craftsmanship alone would absolutely place them among the ranks of grand master craftsmen.
As an overlord with ambitions to carve out his own domain and perhaps even contend for the world, the more talents under his command, the better. He could not limit himself solely to administrative and martial talents; people skilled in management and technical crafts were equally indispensable.
Leaving aside anything else, if Meng Zhao had such a grand master craftsman beneath him, there would be far more he could implement and develop within his own territory in the future. Though Meng Zhao possessed memories from his previous life, that did not mean he was proficient in everything. He still had his own areas of focus and compromises.
The one thing Meng Zhao excelled at—indeed, the only thing he truly excelled at—was martial arts. As for his ability to deal with people and the various methods at his disposal, those were merely accumulations born from the broad knowledge and experience of his previous life.
Though Lord Bei did not know Meng Zhao's exact thoughts, he could roughly discern his intentions and said,
"Sifang City was chiefly overseen and constructed by the Human Clan's great master craftsman, Master Craftsman Xu. Every facility in the city, its dimensions, and its layout were all designed by his own hand.
"However, Master Craftsman Xu has already passed away, and he left behind no successors."
Meng Zhao was somewhat disappointed, but only somewhat. Talents were certainly hard to come by, but they were