In what had once been the Ice Peak Sect's main hall, the young Daoist sat with a grave expression, lost in thought.
Li Canghai did not disturb him. He simply sipped his tea.
After a long while, Luo Chen finally emerged from his thoughts.
"Thank you for telling me, Senior. I'll verify it myself!"
Li Canghai set down his teacup and smiled faintly. "It's a small matter. In fact, it's no secret. Anyone who knows a little about formations and pays close attention to the lay of the mountains and the shifts in the Spirit Veins can spot a few clues."
Luo Chen smiled ruefully. Li Canghai was a great master of Formation Dao. What he called "knowing a little about formations" was likely a standard ordinary people could scarcely reach.
Although Luo Chen had barely entered the ranks of Formation Dao Grandmasters, he had gotten there purely by building up his proficiency. His talent was relatively ordinary. Unless the need arose, he seldom examined the broader movements of heaven and earth through the lens of Formation Dao.
"I nearly forgot that you're an Alchemy Grandmaster. Reaching such a lofty pinnacle of Alchemy Dao at your age is remarkable enough. How could I demand just as much of you in Formation Dao?" Seeing Luo Chen's helpless smile, Li Canghai realized his mistake. Luo Chen's forceful passage through the Mist Concealment Spirit Bewilderment Formation had misled him. Now it seemed that Luo Chen had relied more on those eyes of his.
At that thought, something stirred in Li Canghai's mind.
With a casual flick of his hand, he sent a sheet of black parchment flying before Luo Chen.
"What's this?"
Luo Chen picked up the parchment. It felt cool in his hand, its lower edge was rough, and half of it