"How is the project?" Mo Jian asked, his voice calm but commanding, as his gaze settled on Miss Yang.
His eyes, sharp as deep blue sea, held no hint of emotion, only the quiet weight of expectations.
Miss Yang bowed slightly, her hands clasped behind her back with the precision of military grace.
"Young Master, the project is progressing according to schedule. If all goes well, it should be completed even before the planned date…" She paused, a flicker of hesitation in her voice, a ripple in the stream.
Mo Jian caught it instantly. His brow lifted, cold and curious.
"What happened?"
Her lips tightened.
"Y-Young Master… it's the formation masters. They're struggling with the core array. It seems even they find the design beyond their current understanding."
A tense silence followed.
The wind outside whispered against the windows like a warning.
Mo Jian's eyes narrowed, his tone turning steel.
