As he spoke, the old man took out a wooden round plate. In the middle of the plate, two long needles were pointing at the number one and twelve respectively. There was also a thin needle that was clicking and jumping.
"When it comes to the minute and second, our emperor is the real genius. He invented this clock and allowed us mortals to control time.
"It's a pity that the human race can no longer obtain any merit. Otherwise, with this item, that Emperor Shou who replaced the pillar with a beam would be able to reach the heavens in one step and become an immortal with merit."
The young scholar sighed.
"Father, you've praised Di Xin more than you've praised Er'chen. Have you forgotten that we're going to rebel?"
The old man glanced at the young scholar with an imposing manner, and the young man immediately fell silent.
"Rebel? Rebel against who?
"I just want to do what a son should do.
