"What is Elder Guan pondering?"
Xuanmingzi's brows drew together slightly. After weighing his words, he stepped forward to persuade him. "Zhao Cheng's cultivation runs unfathomably deep, and this is his territory. Elder Guan, you must not act on impulse and make a rash move."
Hearing this, Guan Han raised his eyes and emerged from his thoughts. Shaking his head, he said, "You misunderstand, Dao Brother. What I am considering is not how to deal with Zhao Cheng, but what our next step should be."
His fingers lightly twisted the edge of his sleeve, and his tone grew heavier. "Within this Mohist Pavilion, these mechanisms and devices operate without the slightest trace of evil arts. If they are not powered by evil arts, then this becomes troublesome instead."
Xuanmingzi raised a brow, thoroughly puzzled. "If it is not evil arts, then there is no need for Elder Guan to linger here. You need only withdraw unscathed. Why call it 'troublesome'?"
Guan Han gazed at the towering central hub in the distance, which rumbled and heaved like it was breathing, and at the white steam billowing upward. He let out a soft sigh. "If it is not evil arts, then this is the most crucial Power Core in Mechanism Arts.
"Do you know how many disciples of the Mohist School, over a thousand years, have exhausted their entire lives trying to grasp such a technology?"
"And yet this technology did not emerge within the Mohist School's gates. Instead, it has fallen into the hands of the Mohist Pavilion.
"Not to mention that everyone in the Mohist Pavilion is a disciple who left the Mohist School back then."
Worry entered his voice. "If this matter reaches the sect, how could the Patriarch and our fellow disciples simply let it rest?
"They will surely