They Were All Equally Infuriating
The process didn't last long. Master Cong announced that the hour hand was finished, and the moment he stopped, the resonance with Time Power disappeared. Yet the hour hand in his hand still bore some unusual Time Rays. Just as the Jixin Terminal's description had said, after being polished, it gleamed with a peculiar luster no ordinary clock would have, making it instantly distinguishable from ordinary tools.
The female Player stepped forward and took the hour hand from one of the other apprentices. After examining it closely for a moment, she handed it back to Master Cong. "The hour hand is finished. There are four more hands to go, and once those are done, they can be fitted onto the dial."
"The dial you polished last time looked rather ordinary. Have you considered making a new one, Teacher?"
Master Cong glanced at her and simply refused. "No need."
There was no doubt the female Player had noticed how unusual the hour hand was. That was why she had urged Master Cong to make a new dial, hoping to increase the clock's chances of becoming a Time item.
Of course, when Master Cong refused, she didn't say anything more. She returned to the group of apprentices.
Master Cong wasn't interested in anything else. He told everyone present that today's lesson was over.
Most of the apprentices wore much the same expression: utter helplessness. They hadn't learned a thing, but that was how it had been for a long time. Master Cong's indifference had gradually turned their anger and confusion into resignation. What else could they do? They had watched him make a clock right in front of them, with so many pairs of eyes seeing every detail. Aside from concentrating intensely and striving for perfection, there