In the brilliantly lit hall, by the balcony, Zhang Yuanqing held a glass of champagne with feigned sophistication, his gaze fixed on the deep night beyond.
The Star Official's instincts stirred restlessly within him. Whenever he saw the night sky, he couldn't help wanting to observe the stars, just like a pervert instinctively opening Thunder whenever he saw a mysterious link.
Heaven's Punishment's team should have already arrived in the Capital City and made contact with Elder Miao, the foreign affairs minister. Their primary target was the Underworld King. Only after they had negotiated cooperation in capturing the Underworld King would they test the identity of the Demon Lord's successor.
I don't have much time left. Zhang Yuanqing was thinking when someone approached him and snorted.
"You're not as popular as I imagined. No one seems interested in talking to you."
He turned and saw Xiahou Aotian.
He wore a well-tailored suit and held a wineglass. His posture was straight, his features handsome, and he outshone most of the men at the banquet.
"Why aren't you next door tightening screws? What are you doing here?" Zhang Yuanqing asked, drawing his scattered thoughts back.
Xiahou Aotian said proudly, "I finished tightening the screws—ptui, what tightening screws? I'm striving for my career. Producing and assembling mechanical weapons poses no difficulty whatsoever for me, so I came over to have some fun and let the Five Elements Alliance's young people bask in my brilliance."
"How many mechanical weapons have you produced so far?"
"Thirty in total across four types of mechanical weapons." Xiahou Aotian raised his chin. "I inspected the factory myself. At that scale, once the staff is fully in place and a mature assembly line is set up, daily output can reach a hundred units. In three days, we can equip