That Soul Tool lamp became the sole focus of the entire room.
"My... my name is Lin Feng." The young researcher stammered, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.
The shock of the recent explosion still lingered in everyone's nerves. If not for Advisor Tang Yu, this entire group, along with the whole laboratory, would probably have been blasted straight to heaven.
He had saved their lives!
Yet Huo Yuhao looked as though nothing had happened as he calmly asked, "Lin Feng, what field are you researching?"
"I... I work on energy-saving optimization for civilian Soul Tools." Lin Feng's voice immediately dropped, his cheeks burning.
In a place like Mingde Hall, packed with war fanatics, researching civilian applications—especially something as shabby-sounding as "energy conservation"—was practically a dead end.
"Oh? Let me take a look." Huo Yuhao was intrigued instead.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Feng dragged a dust-covered box out from a corner. Inside was a strangely constructed Soul Tool lamp.
"Advisor... sir, this is my creation." Lin Feng looked embarrassed. "I wanted to design a low-energy lighting lamp for ordinary people. But... the core formation loses too much energy at low power. When I calculated the costs, it was less economical than an oil lamp."
Fan Yu, who overheard from nearby, frowned. But out of respect for Huo Yuhao, he ultimately said nothing. In his view, this thing was purely a waste of talent.
Huo Yuhao picked up the Soul Tool lamp and swept it lightly with his spiritual power.
Within the Thought Palace, the complex Soul Power circuits were instantly dismantled, reconstructed, and modeled.
"Your approach is to keep the Soul Power in a constant 'trickle' state to maintain the light," Huo Yuhao said, immediately pinpointing the crux of the problem.
"Y-yes." Lin Feng's palms