Recommendation Tickets, please.
The newly risen Solar Yang had just climbed above the treetops surrounding the village, its Golden Red light slanting across Chen Xiaojun's straight figure and falling on the enormous design blueprint spread open at the center of the square table before him—one Tie Fu'er had just carried out from the room beside them.
Tang Yuchen's fingers were rough and strong, callused hard from years of wrestling with metal, and at that moment he was jabbing forcefully at several mental link nodes marked out in eye-catching cinnabar on the drawing.
His voice was slightly hoarse from extreme focus and a trace of excitement he could hardly suppress. "...Young Master, the key to success or failure is right here!"
"The Spirit Mirror Lens Array's inlay precision cannot be off by even the slightest margin!"
"The last failure was a lesson—just because one lens's angle was off by only 'zero point two finger-widths'!"
He almost pinched out that tiny gap with his index finger. "As a result, the entire mental link matrix developed a delayed oscillation like ripples. The Ru Hua Array at position number two hundred thirty-five responded nearly three full breaths late."
"Three breaths, Young Master! At the Soul Emperor level, in an encounter where we might have to intervene, that's enough to doom an entire flank of elites."
"To crack this tough nut, Old Lin from the workshop led the third group of lens grinders in working nonstop for a full thirty days."
"They ate and drank by the furnace, all to push this batch of core lenses' tolerance to the limit..."
Chen Xiaojun raised his brows slightly, his gaze sharp as he looked at him. "Where did you get the specific data for these delay fluctuations?"
A barely perceptible awkwardness flashed across Tang Yuchen's face,