"Priest Ou, have you made up your mind yet, when exactly do we take action?" Long Aoli asked Ou Dechuan with a stern face.
As soon as Han Yan and the others left during the day, he clung to Ou Dechuan, urging him to quickly find a way to repair the array. But Ou Dechuan's skills in the Array Formation Technique were limited. His greatest asset, Duan Cheng'an, was severely injured and couldn't think of a viable solution, so he used the excuse of his son's unhealed injuries affecting his mental state and returned to his residence for some rest.
Originally, Ou Dechuan had planned to stay just one night, then leave Tianyang City at dawn to lay low. Who knew that before darkness fell, Long Aoli would come knocking again, exhibiting a relentless attitude.
"Priest Ou, you also know my skills in array formation are limited, it's unlikely I can help. Why don't you think of a solution yourself?" Ou Dechuan, at his wit's end, could only respond honestly.
