"Your position only requires you to maintain a steady output of Spiritual Power. Hmm, if you can, try to project a bit of an imposing aura. That shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
Zhang Deming nodded. "Understood."
The disciple bowed again, then said to Yang Guangfu and Qin Shizhong, "You two Senior Brothers, please come with me. Your ritual positions were assigned long ago."
With that, he led the two of them away.
Zhang Deming looked back at the perfectly orderly crowd. By now, the formation was almost completely assembled. Before, he might not have thought much of it.
But after witnessing that scene in the arena, Zhang Deming couldn't help but think that the Array Department disciples in charge of the Honor Guard must be swamped.
About ten minutes later, Zhang Deming felt a sudden, gentle tremor. All across the plaza, the ground beneath everyone's feet lit up with Spiritual Light.
