Li Chen was not the only one who felt uneasy. The other Puppet Masters also looked troubled and racked their brains.
"Wait, Grandmaster Artisan Mo. There is something I do not understand. Please enlighten me!"
A Master Artisan dressed in robes as white as snow, seemingly a disciple of some sect, spoke up.
"Go ahead," Mo Qing said.
The white-robed Puppet Master said, "May I ask, Grandmaster Artisan, what purpose does such an assessment serve? We cultivate the Great Dao and practice Supreme Detachment from Emotion. We do not necessarily need romantic love like mortals do!"
Someone else chimed in, "Indeed. A question like this is far too unfair to those of us who work behind closed doors."
Several people looked indignant, clearly feeling that the Grandmaster Artisan's choice of question was unreasonable.
You really can't afford to provoke the perpetually single, Li Chen mused.
Any other assessment topic would have been fine. Puppet Masters also cultivated the Art of a Hundred Crafts, and while they might not claim proficiency in the arts, they were bound to have some familiarity with them.
But making love the specific theme, something so subtle and profound, was really going too far.
Mo Qing said nothing and merely smiled faintly.
Daoist Rotten Wood, however, grew angry. "What do you think the Grand Artisan assessment is? A chance to gamble on luck and win yourselves a title? You pass if you're lucky enough to encounter something you've studied, and flounder if you're unlucky enough to encounter something unfamiliar? Who gave you the nerve to come here and try your luck when you have neither learning nor skill?"
"Where are your abilities and intelligence as Puppet Masters? What are those brains of yours for?"
"I know some of you want to say that you've never experienced