No Good Method to Make Glazed Glass, Urgently Seeking Ancestor Master to Resolve New Chapter

Rong Jian stepped half a pace forward, his tone carrying both urgency and a feigned composure as he defended himself. "Master Ancestor, who says that just because we joined the Mohist Pavilion, the Mohist School is no longer the Mohist School?"

"Whether we're in Mechanism City or the Mohist Pavilion, as long as we can use Mechanism Arts to benefit the people, the Mohist School's roots will remain!"

He shook the generator in his hand. "Besides, the theories involved in this thing truly deserve to be called world-shattering. It's even more impressive than a steam engine. You'll understand why I'm like this once you take a look."

Fu Zhi did not even lift his eyelids. Still wearing that listless expression, his hands rested on his knees, and his voice remained calm and flat. "I've lived to this age. What sort of mechanisms haven't I seen?

"You think you can use this kind of mechanism to tempt me into changing my mind? Useless..."

Though he said that, his divine sense could not help sweeping over the generator. Naturally, he failed to understand it.

Doubt had already begun to stir in his heart.

Rong Jian did not expose him. He directly took out some spare carbonized bamboo filament from his robes, deftly connected it to the generator's wires, then gripped the crank and slowly turned it.

The copper wire coil swept rapidly past the magnet. A faint current traveled along the wires and soon reached the bamboo filament. The carbonized bamboo filament gradually flickered, then lit up.

Fu Zhi appeared to have his eyes closed in quiet meditation, but his divine sense had long since become a fine, dense net, scanning the generator from beginning to end countless times.

Yet no matter how he racked his brains, he could not understand how