"Why are we worshipping ancestors again... isn't it annoying!"
"Practicing mysticism every day... will it lead to the development of science or the improvement of the realm?"
"Many things that were incomprehensible in the past are just clever tricks in the future. Considering a sound as a miracle, and believing it for so many years... huh!"
Yang Zhu pursed her lips, reluctantly put down the Ice and Fire Welding Gun in her hand, set aside her research on the 'Micro Array', and walked out of the Mechanical Department.
"Alright, alright, the ancestral ways must not be changed... The Ancestor truly exists, you just haven't seen him. The studies you are learning and the 'science' you love so much, these all come from the books handed down by the Ancestor."
Yang Minke, who came over to call his daughter, had a somewhat helpless expression on his face.
