After roughly two hours, Mo Heng finished his lecture. "Alright, that concludes today's lesson."
Hearing Mo Heng's words, the master craftsmen and grandmasters present finally snapped out of their daze. Many of the complicated points that had troubled them now became clear, as though they had been enlightened. They promptly cupped their hands toward Mo Heng on the platform in salute.
"Thank you, Teacher, for resolving our doubts."
Mo Heng nodded, then quickly descended the steps. As he jogged toward Murong Huai, he called out to everyone around him.
"Everyone, why aren't you following me to pay respects to His Highness the Holy Son?!"
Only then did everyone remember that His Highness the Holy Son had arrived some time ago. They had simply been too absorbed in the knowledge of Soul Tools to pull themselves away. Coming back to their senses, they hurriedly followed Mo Heng in an orderly manner.
Once they reached Murong Huai, Mo Heng immediately dropped to one knee in salute. "This subordinate, Mo Heng, pays respects to His Highness the Holy Son!!"
As Mo Heng knelt, the people behind him all fell to both knees as well. Cupping their hands, they shouted in unison, "We pay respects to His Highness the Holy Son!!!"
Murong Huai smiled and stepped forward, helping Mo Heng up with one hand. His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze. "Chief Mo, there is no need for such formality. Rise."
"You may all rise as well," Murong Huai said to those behind him.
"Thank you, Your Highness the Holy Son!!"
Everyone rose to their feet. Murong Huai nodded before addressing them.
"Everyone, you have done very well. In only a few short years, you have transformed Xili City from a wasteland of ruins into the steel metropolis it is today. Your