Within the An Clan's Celestial Mechanism Workshop, an argument was underway.
"You want my son to become a cultivator's student? No, absolutely not!"
An Song was An Zhizhi's father. Though only around forty, he already held the rank of Grand Craftsman. Yet he was a good old soul with a soft temperament, and for that very reason, he could not keep his naturally brilliant, flamboyant son in line.
His brother An Li, however, said, "But Inspector Zhang said he admires nephew Zhizhi. This could also resolve the rift between us. If we refuse, we would be failing to appreciate his favor."
An Song merely shook his head. "No, no."
He was simply a man devoted to his craft, with a relatively pure mind. He could not articulate any grand principles, but instinctively felt that his son could not become a cultivator's student.
An Li had no solution for his honest elder brother, so he turned to an old man seated opposite him. "Father, what do you think?"
An Song snorted. "I told you long ago that if that brat Zhizhi kept stirring up trouble everywhere, he would sooner or later suffer for it. And now look at him—trying to be clever, only to spin a cocoon around himself!"
But after cursing a few times, he offered no useful solution either.
As a Grand Craftsman, if he were asked to resolve technical difficulties, he would naturally take the task upon himself without hesitation. But when it came to such matters, he had no experience at all and was completely at a loss as to what should be done.
After thinking it over, he simply summoned several of his sons, nephews, and sons-in-law to discuss it together.
One of his sons-in-law said solemnly, "Father-in-law, I think eldest brother-in-law is right. This must