Guilt filled Nuonuo's eyes.
In the burst of inspiration just now, she had only focused on designing the blueprints and neglected the most fundamental issue.
The atmosphere in the tent, which had just grown fervent, instantly stalled.
The expressions on Alva and Isaiah's faces froze for a moment before they both revealed encouraging smiles.
Being able to help the White Armor Tribe like this had already moved them deeply.
In their eyes, this sentiment was more precious than any gift.
So the two of them prepared to speak and comfort the girl.
"You've already done very well. So next... let me continue."
However, a gentle voice interrupted them before they had the chance to speak.
Nuonuo's large fluttering eyes had barely blinked when she felt a warm hand take hold of her left hand.
That enveloping warmth immediately gave her immense confidence and reassurance.
"Mu Fan..."
Mu Fan looked at the girl's radiant face and gently blinked.
That tiny gesture instantly calmed her, sweeping away all her negative emotions.
"Oh? Does Brother Mu have some insight? Could Miss Nuonuo's proposal still be carried out?"
Isaiah's deep voice rang out. He could tell that Mu Fan was not speaking without reason. The confidence in his eyes clearly came from thorough preparation.
"Yes." Mu Fan nodded. Looking at the blueprint on the large wooden table, he picked up the pen dipped in red pigment and began trying to draw the design in his mind.
Having long grown accustomed to projected operations on an optical computer, Mu Fan had scarcely had any chance to write. When he began drawing, his wrist was somewhat stiff, and his rigid movements resembled those of a soldier about to head into battle.
That sight instantly made the girl cover her mouth and giggle.
"I'll do it."
Mu