Everyone present either brought out a Lu Ban Ruler or gathered Literary Qi in their eyes, carefully examining every part of the new spinning machine.
They all reached the same conclusion: this spinning machine contained no other power. It was an ordinary machine, and Fang Yun was not controlling it with Literary Qi.
In the end, they stared dumbly as the continuous stream of cotton became fine yarn and wound into balls.
Forty spindles operated simultaneously. Its efficiency far surpassed that of any spinning tool present. Only a large water-powered spinning wheel could compare, and even that would not outperform it by much.
Watching the spinning machine continuously produce forty strands of yarn, every craftsman felt as though something inside him had shattered.
Compared to the spinning machine before them, those earlier spinning wheels, whether hand-cranked or foot-powered, were simply rubbish.
The Haiya Great Scholars froze where they stood, their minds utterly blank.
They were seasoned schemers. Just a few days earlier, they had racked their brains preparing all manner of plans and contingencies. Once Jing Lan succeeded in suppressing Fang Yun, they would unleash every means at their disposal.
But now, they could only swallow most of those schemes.
Even though most of the Haiya Great Scholars were not scholars of the Craftsmen School, the comparison made it clear to them that the spinning machine before Fang Yun was an epoch-making creation for the Human Race, one that would inevitably revolutionize an entire industry.
Clang!
A crisp sound snapped everyone out of their daze. The Mechanism Bell at Fang Yun's feet rang once.
Then a storm of bell chimes erupted.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
Not only were the three examiners in the Licentiate examination area using their power to ring the bell, but every examiner in the other