Jing Shao snorted coldly at once. "At a time like this, what's the point of saying such things?"
"Could it be that you truly intend to follow those disciples' example, betray the Mohist School, and surrender to the Mohist Pavilion?"
Guan Han shook his head. "Everything I do is for the Mohist School alone, not for myself."
Jing Shao curled his lip. "I think you just can't let go of those theories."
Rong Jian waved a hand wearily. "Enough. Stop arguing."
"I know Qin Guli and the others' capabilities well. If they had possessed such skills, I would have discovered it back in Mechanism City."
"Now it seems the source of these advanced theories most likely lies with Zhao Cheng."
"No matter what, Qin Guli and the others are still disciples of our Mohist School. The Mohist Pavilion forcibly detained them—how can we simply abandon them?"
"This matter must be answered for sooner or later. Put the steam engine aside for now; we should first seek an explanation from Zhao Cheng!"
At this, Jing Shao's face immediately lit up. "The Leader is right! I said long ago that we should settle accounts with those traitors first. Otherwise, where would the rules of our Mohist School stand?"
"Today, Zhao Cheng detains Mohist School disciples to work for him, and we do not pursue the matter. Tomorrow, every state will seize our disciples as forced laborers. Where then will the majesty of Mechanism City be?"
Guan Han's expression changed, knowing that this was the prelude to war.
The peaceful, prosperous scenes of Wu'an City's people surfaced in his mind. Thinking that once a great war began, all of it might vanish into nothingness, pity rose in his heart, and he hurriedly tried to persuade them.
"Leader, Zhao Cheng's cultivation is extraordinary. He