Behind Wu Tie, a large fleet of warships slowly dispersed.
The formation shifted from a single-line marching array into a standard square volley formation.
The armored plates at the bows of the ships slid open, revealing rows of main cannons gleaming with dazzling light.
Long crystal barrels extended from the ship’s prow—these were hundreds of zhang in length, with multifaceted polygonal barrels that spewed out intense light.
A sharp sizzling whistle sounded in the air as countless fine electric sparks shot forth from the barrels, piercing the nearby air like holes.
From the ancient arms workshop inside the Old Weapons Department drifted out the hot scent of burning metal, now mixed with a pungent smell that was unique to air ionized by powerful electric currents.
Gongyang Shenxing took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
His face was as calm as still water as he looked at Wu Tie with solemnity and said, “Lord Yu Zhou, if it pleases Your Grace, I hope you will be cautious with your words. Before you act, you must carefully consider everything.”
Wu Tie smiled and looked at Gongyang Shenxing.
He replied with a question, “Cautious with words? May I ask if this Workshop Hall belongs to the Great Jin Divine Kingdom?”
Gongyang Shenxing fell silent, then nodded.