"Have you forgotten what we came here for this time?
"Our grandmaster sent us here to investigate whether demonic or evil arts lay behind things like the Iron Dragon Horse, lest they tarnish the Mohist School's thousand-year reputation. Only once we uncover such wickedness can we justifiably break their arts and destroy the Mohist Pavilion."
"But after all our investigation, there are no traces of demonic arts in this Mohist Pavilion. On the contrary, everything here benefits the common people. How can we strike rashly?"
Listening to Guan Han, Jing Shao felt a nameless fury rise within him. "This won't do, that won't do!
"Do you really plan to languish in this Mohist Pavilion, grinding out three to five years of seniority?
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"I'm telling you, if we keep grinding away, these tormenting chores will grind our minds dull!
"Did we come here to be apprentices and laborers?
"In the Mohist Mechanism City, which disciple didn't respectfully call us 'Elder' when they saw us?
"But now? We're being ordered about by some wet-behind-the-ears brat, hammering gears and brushing tung oil. You may be able to endure it, but I can't!"
He stepped two paces closer, his tone dripping with mockery. "Or are you planning to return empty-handed?
"When the time comes, you'll slink back to the Mechanism City and tell our grandmaster, 'We didn't find a thing in the Mohist Pavilion. We only learned how to hammer gears'?
"You can afford to lose that face. I can't!"
Guan Han rose to his feet as well, his chest heaving slightly. Jing Shao's words had clearly provoked him, but he still forcibly suppressed his anger as he argued, "With