The Hell, Am I Not Cut Out for the Path of Formations?

The Shen Family Retainers on Shen Family Fortress's plaza bowed toward Shen Jing on the stone platform, then left in groups of three or five.

Su Fan followed the crowd toward the edge of the plaza. Before leaving, he turned his head for a look.

Shen Jing was also looking at him from the stone platform. Their gazes crossed for only an instant before Su Fan had already left the plaza.

Shen Jing curled her lips and began grumbling inwardly.

She had no idea why, but ever since she first met that fellow, he had made her feel uncomfortable.

It was only today that Shen Jing realized the reason. The other party's neither servile nor overbearing attitude in front of her had truly irritated her.

The Shen Family Retainers who had listened to her lecture beneath the stone platform just now had all been so enchanted by her bearing that their minds and hearts had swayed. Yet this fellow alone had sat there with an utterly calm expression the entire time.

Her intuition told her that he absolutely had not put on that attitude to attract her attention. He truly regarded her with indifference.

From childhood until now, whether in her lineage or at Northern Dome Immortal Sect, Shen Jing had always been a moon surrounded by stars. Very few people had ever remained unmoved after seeing her face.

This fellow was merely a rootless Rogue Cultivator. Who had given him such courage?

Although Shen Jing was already a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm, she had not experienced much after all. She had been born into a Cultivation Family and later entered Northern Dome Immortal Sect.

Moreover, formation cultivators spent years studying and pondering the Path of Formations. They were essentially bookworms in the Cultivation World.

And Shen Jing