He recognized the Array Patterns individually, but once they were put together, he no longer recognized them.
The Array Hub was unfamiliar, beyond his understanding of Array Techniques. He could not comprehend it.
How could this Array Eye belong to any other Array Technique?
And this Array Technique was clearly only First Grade—how could it contain eleven Array Patterns?
Sun Yi's vision went dark for a moment. No matter how he pondered it, he could not understand.
Then another thought came to him:
Is this brat deceiving me?
Did he give me a fake Array Technique?
Sun Yi speculated inwardly, then rejected the idea himself.
Impossible...
Though he could not understand it, he vaguely sensed that this truly was a complete Array Technique—and an exceedingly profound one.
More likely, it was the Array Technique his Ancestor Sun had left behind back then!
If so, then it was only natural that he could not understand it.
After all, this was an Array Technique passed down by his Old Ancestors.
His own attainments in Array Techniques were vastly inferior to those of his Old Ancestors. It was only natural that he could not learn it.
But what he could not accept was this.
He could not learn this Array Technique, yet this Little Array Master surnamed Mo could?
He was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, while this brat was merely at Qi Refining.
If he could draw the Array Technique left behind by his Old Ancestors, did that not mean this brat's skill in Array Techniques was already comparable to the ancestor of the Sun family?
Stormy waves surged through Sun Yi's heart as he muttered:
"Impossible..."
Beside him, Sun Ze saw that his father had gone completely blank the moment he saw the Array Technique, his expression changing constantly. He called softly: