Fu Zhi froze.
He had considered countless possibilities for how this kid before him might explain what he had done.
But the one thing he had never expected was: "Nicely laid out."
Was he... encouraging me?
Fu Zhi was dumbfounded.
In all his years as City Lord, this was the first time a junior had dared to speak to him in such a tone.
Yet it was also this very sentence that forced him to cast aside his old notions and begin taking this young man seriously.
At first, he had assumed that whoever could crack the flower sea's Heavenly Secrets Formation would be some old senior who had immersed himself in spirit arrays for years, perhaps even possessing considerable knowledge of the Heavenly Secrets Art.
But upon seeing this fellow, he hesitated.
He looked so young... Even if he had started cultivating spirit arrays and the Heavenly Secrets Art from his mother's womb, he could not have progressed this quickly!
Yet the other party's words made him pick up his earlier belief once more.
Without strength, how could he have broken the Heavenly Secrets Formation? Without strength, how could he dare speak such words of encouragement?
"Who exactly are you, sir?" he asked in a grave voice.
The moment Xu Xiaoshou heard that "sir," the great stone in his heart finally dropped.
The change from "you" to "sir" meant that Fu Zhi had been cowed.
Of course, all of this rested entirely upon his unorthodox Weaving.
Nothing else had anything to do with it.
Xu Xiaoshou carefully chose his words, slowed his speech, and paced as he said, "Who I am is not important. Or rather, even if I told you who I was, I doubt you would know."
He looked at Fu Zhi, smiling.
Fu Zhi blanked, then