Ma Zibin had been saying that he had something good in store for Wang Sheng ever since he arrived. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a sword.0

A celestial sword developed by the research institute? Stay calm. Keep expectations in check to avoid disappointment later.0

After just a few steps, they reached a password-protected door. Ma Zibin fiddled with it for a while, and the two silver-white doors slid open to the sides. A mixed scent of medicinal herbs, machine oil, and the pungent odor of chemicals rushed out, making Wang Sheng tear up and almost unable to keep his eyes open.0

"Ah, sorry, I turned off the ventilation fan on my way out. Hold on a moment."0

If Ma Zibin hadn't insisted that this was his laboratory, Wang Sheng would have thought that he had stepped into a poorly maintained storage room. There were all kinds of large, medium, and small instruments piled up in such a clutter that Wang Sheng couldn't take it all in at a glance. Still, though he naturally couldn't name the complex devices, he could tell that Ma Zibin's research topics were incredibly diverse.0

On the left wall, several pictures quickly caught Wang Sheng's attention: an antique-style constellation chart; a "table talisman," which was essentially an image of deities...0