Jiang Liu returned to the imperial palace and went to the pavilion in the Imperial Garden, where he sat cross-legged in meditation.
After regulating his breathing for a while, he picked up an iron plate and examined it carefully.
Although forging these few iron plates had not consumed much mental power or vital energy, inscribing formations still required him to remain in his best mental state.
Last night, he had merely given it a casual try.
As a result, he had ended up exhausting too much of his mental power.
Moreover, it had been his first time drawing a formation, so he had seemed quite unfamiliar with the process and did not know how to control his strength.
And because he had not had a medium, it had looked as though he were scribbling randomly.
Even Jiang Liu himself sometimes felt a little bewildered.
Now that he was using ordinary materials to inscribe a formation, he had to ponder it carefully.
Inscribing a formation onto metal was not something that could be done haphazardly. It was best to follow the metal's grain when carving.
Only then could the material's advantages be brought fully into play, achieving the formation's best effect.
After a long while, a small knife finally materialized in Jiang Liu's hand. He gathered his thoughts and focused on the iron plate.
Then, following the lines of the Entrapment Formation, Jiang Liu began carving it onto the iron plate.
Gradually, the iron plate, which had initially emitted a faint glow, began to dim.
Just as the light was about to fade completely, it suddenly flared brilliantly. Then, with a sharp crack!, the iron plate shattered down the middle.
The result of Jiang Liu's painstaking carving was instantly ruined.
Jiang Liu, however, showed no sign of discouragement.
Just now, he