Yan Chixia was full of admiration. He looked at Ding Ling as if he were gazing at a priceless treasure:
"Who would have thought you even knew formations!"
Formations were notoriously difficult to learn.
Yan Chixia had studied them as well.
Unfortunately, they were too difficult, and he had only learned the basics.
He also understood the principle that knowing many things was inferior to specializing in one. Therefore, he had devoted all his thoughts to cultivating the Xuanyuan Divine Sword Scripture.
However.
Ding Ling had shown him what a peerless genius was!
His martial prowess reached the heavens, that was one thing.
He could even set up formations with ease, arranging a Mist Formation in the blink of an eye. Such clean and decisive skill—how could anyone accomplish it without being a formation Grandmaster?!
When he thought that Ding Ling had become a formation Grandmaster at such a young age, Yan Chixia could not help but feel solemn respect.
People were all like this.
When they suddenly encountered a top Grandmaster in an industry they only half understood, they would instinctively feel admiration. I can't even do this! He's younger than me, yet he actually reached the pinnacle! Amazing, amazing!!
That was Yan Chixia's current state of mind.
"Now no one will disturb us. Let's go back and continue."
After remembering the trick to entering and leaving the formation, Yan Chixia led Ding Ling back into Lanruo Temple.
He had wanted to set up a formation to stop the other players for a long time. Unfortunately, he did not know how to arrange such a formation.
Yan Chixia was also extremely impressed by formation Grandmasters. While talking with Ding Ling, he was no longer as casual as before and showed a little more respect.
This was the change brought