Talent for Formations

A year later, Murong was still constructing the Sea of Desire, while Zhou Hao stayed by her side with Zhou Mu and Zhou Nian.

With one little one sitting on each shoulder, Zhou Hao watched the ceaseless river of formation patterns and sighed, "That's incredible."

Even if he were given thousands of years, he probably still would not reach such a level!

"Daddy, I can do it too, hehe." Zhou Mu suddenly patted Zhou Hao's face and said.

She and Zhou Nian could now speak quite fluently. Of course, they would still stumble over longer sentences.

Hearing this, Zhou Hao pinched her little cheek and asked with an amused smile, "Do what?"

"That!" Zhou Mu pointed at the river of formation patterns overhead and said innocently.

At that moment, Zhou Nian clung to Zhou Hao's left cheek with both hands and eagerly echoed, "I-I can too."

Zhou Hao looked from side to side, seeming thoughtful, then smiled. "Then perform it for Daddy."

The first thought that surfaced in his mind was not disbelief. Zhou Mu and Zhou Nian might really have learned it just by watching, after all—their circumstances were a little special.

"Hehe, watch closely!" Zhou Mu proudly stretched out her little hand. After a while, a tiny segment of formation pattern emerged from her palm.

Zhou Hao's eyes widened slightly. Though he had been mentally prepared, seeing it for real still startled him.

"Daddy, look over here." Zhou Nian suddenly called out.

As if sensing something, Zhou Hao turned his head.

Sure enough, Zhou Nian had also produced a segment of formation pattern in a fairly convincing manner.

He lightly raised his brows and thought, Could it be that not only would my cultivation be surpassed, but even in formations, these two little ones might surpass me someday?