The shooting range in the peripheral area of the Serenitea Pot was like a fragment forcibly torn away from the peaceful world within the pot. The gray-white daylight filtered through the translucent barrier dome, barely illuminating the jagged rocks and the tattered wooden targets in the distance that simulated clusters of monsters.
The air was filled with a mixed scent of sulfur and fresh soil. Several sturdy Tuoting stood quietly to one side, their backs laden with dark metal tube components.
Limeng stood behind a makeshift observation bunker. Kaveh crouched beside him, his brow furrowed as he repeatedly checked the stress calculation draft for the simplified triangular truss base in his hands. "Last time, Limeng," Kaveh's voice carried a trace of hard-to-detect tension, "are you sure this thing won't shake itself apart during a volley? Those connection joints..."
Chapter 105