At this moment in the room, Song He and the bespectacled female cultivator were sitting around a table.
The poor bamboo table was already piled high with "models" of various sizes, which constituted a three-layer array—an array Song He had specially requested the female cultivator to make.
He had personally experienced what it felt like to control the array.
Although this small array certainly couldn't compare with the big array formed by tens of thousands of Lumen Flowers, at least he had adapted to it in advance, which gave him some confidence.
"Little junior brother, how do you feel?"
On the way, the eldest senior brother asked, "Are you confident?"
It seemed like a casual question, but in reality, Song He could feel that this issue was quite important—if he were to be the weakest link and cause the mission to fail because of his inadequacy.
That would truly be inexcusable.
The senior brother might not say anything, but he would definitely be disappointed.
