The Mohist School, Sword Seclusion Courtyard.
Song Yan gave Snake Treasure and Xiao Ju a rough account of the Mohist School's Jumaster Contest.
"Mechanism Arts? I know those, I know those."
After hearing Song Yan out, Xiao He puffed herself up and patted her little chest. "As for this matter..."
"You'll handle it?" Song Yan asked dubiously.
Xiao He paused, looking a little sheepish. "...That's hard to say."
"Xiao He isn't one to boast." Snake Treasure shook her head. "Whether she can handle it, we'll only know once we get there."
Although the Mohist School embraced all things and welcomed a hundred rivers into its sea, Mechanism Arts remained the foundation on which it stood.
The Mohist Mechanism Puppet they had obtained earlier offered a glimpse of that.
Even the most conceited person would not think they could do as they pleased in the Mohist School Mechanism City.
Song Yan nodded at this.
In truth, he was not too worried about Ruan Zhi's safety.
It was not that he was absolutely certain Ruan Zhi could become the Juzi, but that he believed the Mohist School would not truly execute her even if she lost.
Zhou Zhu's words were probably only meant to frighten Ruan Zhi.
Though he had not had much contact with these people from the Mohist School, judging by the information he had previously gathered, the nomination of Juzi candidates was by no means so casual.
It seemed as though Zhou Zhu had shown a moment's mercy, casually giving this offending mechanism person a chance to turn her fortunes around as if it were child's play.
In reality, a commander only had the authority to nominate and designate someone; the final selection of candidates was the result of all the commanders' joint recommendation.
In other words, Ruan Zhi's