Among the common knowledge circulating among the Chosen Ones, everyone acknowledged that the Ember Path really was untouchable. At the same time, there was another undeniable truth: within a workshop, a craftsman’s authority was absolute.

Sometimes, even a Celestial Being could find themselves humiliated under the creations stored within certain workshops, let alone those on the same level or rank as the workshop master. It was like facing a heavily fortified fortress unarmed. There would be ballistae, arrow carts, falling rocks, rolling logs, let alone very disgusting traps, like those that simply boiled excrement on battlements to splash intruders in the face.

Ji Jue firmly believed that even if the outside world collapsed, and Haizhou was swallowed by earthquakes or flooded to oblivion, as long as Professor Ye remained in her workshop, life inside would continue as usual. Its defense and suppression were that terrifying and overpowered.

Unfortunately, a proper workshop was far more than just a room with a furnace. Just as automated curtains didn’t make an entire house smart, a workshop was not some gimmicky, all-in-one setup.

A proper workshop required three generations of craftsmen, spanning...