"What... what is this?!"
Guo Weiqiang's eyes widened as he exclaimed in shock.
Their worldview was shaken; they just stared dumbfounded at the countless machines and vines.
Lu Yuan calmed his mind and explained, "Everyone, this should be a production room... it should be for producing cars. Do you see those scrapped cars outside?"
"Technological civilization is like this, science can create miracles."
"Whether it's idealism or materialism, it's all part of science."
"There's no need to be surprised. As long as you study hard, you'll soon understand its mysteries."
"Really... can we?" Guo Weiqiang murmured, curiosity and desire stirring in him for the first time.
"Oh, right, this belongs to Miss Conch, so don't recklessly damage it."
"Our task from now on will be to inherit the legacy of the Sky City, even if we can repair just one percent of these machines, it will be enough to make us powerful."
Lu Yuan walked up to a machine, touched it lightly, and the rust fell off.
