However, these names were all quite unfamiliar.
Wang Jingxiu shook his head and said, "This old Daoist doesn't know, I didn't ask carefully."
Li Yan, lost in thought, noted down these names.
"Let's head to the 'Hundred Crafts Building' first!"
Wang Jingxiu was full of enthusiasm, leading the two down a narrow path of blue stone to the left.
The path meandered through a lush, vibrant bamboo grove, accompanied by the gentle babbling of a stream beneath their feet, creating a certain sense of being a world apart.
Above the stream, a corridor bridge, constructed entirely of giant raw wood mortise and tenon joints without any trace of iron nails, spanned the air.
And on that bridge, surprisingly, there were intricate wooden gears and mechanisms, driven by the flow of water, using an animal skin conveyor belt to transport some semi-finished wooden components or stone carving fragments inside.
