Just as they were thinking these underhanded thoughts, Tong Yan, Que Niang, Zeng Ju, and the other immortals of the previous generation had already resumed their deductions and calculations.
Countless numbers and exceedingly complex equations had been carved into the cliff face below by flying swords.
Standing in the air, they studied and analyzed the cliff face ceaselessly, occasionally bringing up terminals to run calculations.
There could be many paths to solving the problem. At least at the beginning and in the middle, before the correct answer emerged, no one knew whether they were right. Discussion thus easily turned into argument. They spoke faster and louder, no longer limiting themselves to their respective camps; it was more like a free-for-all.
The robot sat at the cliff's edge, swinging his legs in imitation of Liu Ci in the book, occasionally joining the argument with a string of curses.
Que Niang could hardly stand it. "Could you be quiet?"
Shen Yunmai's voice came from the robot. "Why should I? Don't you think I'm innocent and adorable like this?"
"You're kicking chunks off the cliff," Que Niang said. "What if you mess up the numbers on it?"
"Only old fossils like them and country bumpkins like you still need to write numbers on walls," Shen Yunmai scoffed.
Que Niang exchanged glances with Tong Yan and the others, and they decided to ignore him.
The fierce arguments in the sky beyond the cliff fell silent as they began communicating through Divine Sense, which was indeed much faster than speech.
"I was the one who reminded you!" Shen Yunmai shouted. "How can you leave me out of the fun?"
The Solar System Sword Formation might be changing.
Mars might become a deathtrap.
Thinking of a way to break the formation was certainly no