At the moment, Ji Liuli was in Zhang Sheng’s room. The table in front of them was covered in various parts, with boxes of gunpowder stacked on each side of the table.0

The parts on the table came in all shapes and sizes. The largest was as big as a watermelon, while the smallest were so tiny that a dozen of them tied together would barely be as thick as a strand of hair. Wei Yuan did not recognize a single one of these parts, let alone their purpose.1

Zhang Sheng and Ji Liuli were holding a piece of jade paper each and reading it intently. Both had their brows furrowed in concentration as they read and pondered.0

Wei Yuan dared not disturb them. He tiptoed into the room before scanning the jade papers with his perception. To his surprise, it was the accounts of Xu Wenwu’s experiences. He had read them countless times already and considered most of them to be rubbish.2

What could possibly be so difficult about them that Big Senior Sister and Master...0