Before the tremor, the entire Workshop had been peaceful and orderly, like a wound-up clock. Every department worked in coordination, everything proceeding methodically.
But the instant the alarm sounded, all those closely coordinated parts seemed to come apart—spinning out of control, operating independently, even crashing.
The crowd scattered.
Collisions and trampling broke out constantly as people surged toward the main doors. The entrances and exits were packed solid.
It was not just the apprentices; even the artisans were panic-stricken.
The Security Bureau had attacked?
Damn, this fast?
What were they supposed to do? Where was Master Artisan Jianyuan?
Where had the master artisan gone?
For a moment, while countless apprentices rushed toward the exits, quite a few artisans instinctively crowded toward the upper levels instead.
After the brief impact, chaos instead spread through the Workshop like wildfire, especially amid the rising and falling explosions from all around.
An elevator fell amid screams.
Fuel exploded, circuits went out of control, the power failed, and the lights died. Beneath the dim glow of the emergency lamps, every stunned, shocked face was filled with unease.
"Quiet! Quiet! Everyone, shut up!"
An artisan in a black robe angrily shoved open the door. Seeing the chaos in the corridor, he repeatedly barked, "It was only a minor tremor! Everyone, return to your stations!"
"Move!"
With one shove, he sent a terrified apprentice stumbling aside. Lian Yun, Jianyuan's fourth disciple, roared, "Stay in your places! Do not cause trouble! Do you want the master artisan to come personally and punish you?"
In an instant, dead silence descended upon the hall, and everyone froze for a moment.
Under Lian Yun's cold gaze, the managers were the first to step forward, urging and beating their subordinates back to their stations. Before long, the crowd thinned out, and the