"Alright." Mo Lin nodded.
Tang Qingqing stepped back, her breath quick and nervous.
Her expectations for Mo Lin weren't high, she just wanted him to last twenty-four hours.
Tang Qingqing glanced at the apprentice beside her and said slowly, "You may start."
The white-robed disciple nodded, then activated the array.
The ground lit up with a white light centered around Mo Lin.
In the next moment, the white light enveloped Mo Lin.
The blinding light made Mo Lin instinctively close his eyes.
"Rumble..."
A sound of thunder and lightning resonated in his ears.
It was startling to the core.
In front of Mo Lin was a mighty river.
The river water crashed against the rocks.
Mo Lin quickly recognized the scene before him.
This should be an artistic conception.
A scene depicted by the array.
Only Jingming Daoism possessed such depth, using arrays to capture artistic conception.
It was similar to the scenario when Mo Lin participated in the Seasonal Coins.
