Mo Caihuan said that writing was the most precious treasure of all. The Princess thought she had a point. "Cultivators are far too utilitarian. They discard anything they find useless, failing to understand that other mountains' stones can polish jade. Just because something is useless to you doesn't mean it's useless to someone else. Unfortunately, cultivators think only of themselves. Who knows how many cultivation methods and formulas have been destroyed simply because they had no use for them? Sometimes I think cultivators really are less civilized than mortals."
Mo Caihuan did not criticize cultivators. This was perfectly normal. No one was born knowing how to consider others, mortals included. That required education and long-term training, and society as a whole bore responsibility for the gaps in cultivators' education.
"When we return to Tianxing City, we'll put together an expert group to organize all this material," Mo Caihuan said.
"Right," the Princess said. "Once we enter it into Recording Pearls, we'll be able to search it quickly."
Mo Caihuan could not help looking at the mouse. My technology is still far too backward. Just look at that mouse-not only tiny, but equipped with artificial intelligence. Although arrays of Magic Arrays had allowed her Recording Pearls to produce something resembling a computer, the servers were still enormous.
The mouse had already achieved miniaturization. It was impressive. The Ice Soul Fairy was a technical expert, and nothing she crafted was ordinary.
"What are you staring at me for?" the mouse suddenly demanded, glaring at Mo Caihuan.
"Nothing. I'm just amazed by your master's technical skill. This Void Sky Hall, this Void Sky Cauldron, and all these puppets, including you. You're such a tiny little thing, yet so full of life. Your master really is remarkable. I want to learn from her."
"Hmph.