For a moment, Ji Jue genuinely wanted to smack Zhou Cheng across the back of the head. The nerve of this guy! Who does he think he’s talking to?! How dare he bring up my grandfather—

His hand had already risen halfway before he remembered something. 

Oh, right. Zhou Cheng is talking about his own grandfather, Master Zhou Zhong.

Under the sharp gaze coming from the deepest part of the workshop, Ji Jue awkwardly lowered his half-raised hand. To make the motion look less suspicious, he even pretended to dust off Zhou Cheng’s back. 

Then, under Zhou Cheng’s furious glare, he flashed him a smile that practically said, See how nice I am to you?

He was in their territory, after all. He had to behave.

Fine. He wouldn’t hold it against him, then.

With that perfectly reasonable excuse in mind, Ji Jue strode inside as though nothing had happened. Glancing around, he soon realized that Zhou Zhong had brought nearly half the equipment from his workshop with him this time.

The vast underground space was now covered in spirit circuits. Structurally, they formed three layers above and six below, fitted tightly into one another and sealed from both inside and out. 

It was a classic and extravagantly expensive Celestial Circuit.

Using the emblems of the Twelve Supreme Benevolences and a host of ritual items, the workshop...