The Mohist School girl named Xi Xiangyi, having settled a future deal (or so she believed), skipped lightly into the city.
Making her way through the bustling streets, her eyes darted curiously from side to side.
The utterly irregular city architecture, the fierce-looking toughs from every walk of life...
Everything about it filled her with curiosity.
Then she remembered her real business, and sprang up as though springs had been fitted to her feet. After hurrying a few steps, she found a relatively open spot, dropped to one knee, unfastened the bronze case from her back, and set it before her.
She flexed her fingers nimbly, then gave it a light press. The bronze case opened by itself, its two sides unfolding in tiers like a staircase.
Every tier held different implements.
They came in all manner of strange shapes: some like archways, some like round cakes, some square, some pointed; there were long needles and hooked wires.
Their materials appeared quite similar, all giving off the same sheen, yet they were neither gold nor iron.
Her hands were incomparably nimble, moving so fast they left afterimages as she continuously took objects from the bronze case and arranged them around herself.
Before long, she had piled them into a complex tower-like construct roughly three feet tall.
It resembled layers of square bricks, stacked in interlocking formation.
At the tower's tip, five fingers seemed to be gathered together, while a vertical bolt of lightning hovered and leaped at the very point.
Since she was doing this in the middle of the street, and since these objects were all so bizarre, she quickly drew a sizeable crowd of onlookers.
The people of the City of No Redemption were not exactly known for their manners. All kinds of remarks flew about. Little brats,