Qin Yi curiously examined the strange chair the old man was sitting on. Just the two mechanical legs were seven or eight meters long. How did it maintain balance? Moreover, these gears were intricately crafted, interlocking seamlessly, with each one performing its own task.
It was the first time he had seen machinery in this world, technically a machine.
The most crucial part was, the old man was wearing a pair of goggles, with a wooden frame and lenses made of some kind of transparent stone material. But they definitely were goggles.
At this moment, the old man, like an old monkey, jumped directly from the strange chair to in front of Yin Qianqian, his thin face full of excitement, "Fairy Qianqian, why have you come to see me? This is unbelievable, have you accepted my love?"
Qin Yi almost choked on his own saliva, his gaze becoming increasingly strange, playfully looking at Yin Qianqian.
