Afterward, Murong Huai lay back in his chair and dozed for a while. About an hour later, a voice sounded from outside the door.
"Young master, someone is here to see you. They came from the Engineering Department, and the visitor's surname is Mo."
At this, Murong Huai slowly opened his eyes and said:
"Take them to the main hall to wait."
"Yes, young master."
Murong Huai stretched, picked up the thick stack of blueprints on the table, put them in a box, and headed for the main hall.
Now that Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile were both going into seclusion, Murong Chayue had to remain at the Worship Hall, while Haiyun, the Great Elder of the Elder Hall, had decided to retire behind the scenes, leaving Xiao Qingmei to guard the Elder Hall.
Three of the four Platinum Bishops had died. Wu Xianyun was temporarily leading four Martial Soul Sanctuaries on her own, and was swamped with work. Murong Fuhai was busy recruiting new soldiers for the Black Flame Army. So, for now, the only people in Murong Mansion were its servants and stewards, and Murong Huai.
The main hall.
Mo Heng and three master craftsmen sat waiting in the main hall. When they saw Murong Huai arrive, they hurried to their feet and bowed.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Holy Son."
Murong Huai waved a hand. "There's no need for formalities. Please, sit."
Only after Murong Huai took the seat of honor did the others sit down. Mo Heng cupped his hands and said:
"Your Highness the Holy Son, we came because we hoped to focus on producing the several weapons you gave us earlier. But since you haven't given us instructions, we haven't dared to proceed on our own. We came to discuss it with you."
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