At the word "clumsy," Fang Yun smiled helplessly. It was his most obvious weakness.
Although Fang Yun had built mechanisms before, he had little hands-on experience. In recent years, he had barely made anything even slightly complicated. Fortunately, he had gotten some practice at the Heavenly Mechanism Workshop; otherwise, he would have been even more awkward at the Divine Craftsmen Assembly.
Ordinary craftsmen would not think much of it, but a top Craftsmen School Great Scholar like Zhao Qianzhang could tell at a glance that Fang Yun was not a Craftsmen School scholar at all. Even a Licentiate craftsman should have been more practiced than Fang Yun when making certain mechanisms.
Some things could never escape an expert's eye.
"You are right," Fang Yun said, showing the elderly gentleman the respect he deserved.
"That is precisely why I am so astonished. Your Craftsmen School skills are so unpracticed, yet you can create mechanisms like these. It is an achievement without precedent. If you devoted yourself to Craftsmen School technology, the Craftsmen Realm's potential would be limitless." There was a trace of regret in Zhao Qianzhang's voice.
Fang Yun thought for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Qian Zhang, how much do you know about the Craftsmen Realm?"
Zhao Qianzhang gave Fang Yun a meaningful look. "A great deal. I even understand what we are."
"Then do you know why I came here?"
"No one has told us, but we can guess," Zhao Qianzhang said.
Fang Yun sighed. "Then tell me, so I know where things stand."
Zhao Qianzhang gazed into the distance. The sunset's last glow was about to fade, and the Craftsmen Realm would fall into darkness.
"This should be a world created by First Sage Zhuge. We are not complete members of the human race. You are the true