After this sense of familiarity emerged.
In the subsequent inscription of array patterns, Lu Feng found everything coming effortlessly to hand. No matter how complex the patterns were, he could grasp their essence at a single glance.
Yet his understanding of that "key" remained merely an outline. He always felt unable to grasp the true crucial point.
When another tome appeared,
Miao Qiuyun could not help exclaiming, "How has this phantom's speed of inscribing array patterns become so much faster than before?"
Because of Lu Feng's earlier "mistake," she had remained intensely focused and serious for some time afterward. But now, watching the phantom's movements, she realized that even if she gave it her all, she still could not keep up. Forget her hands—even her eyes could barely follow.
Such speed was something she could never possibly comprehend or learn.
After struggling to follow for quite a while, Fourth Uncle also gave up in discouragement. The phantom's inscription speed had likewise exceeded the limit of what he could follow.
With a sigh, he replied, "At this point, it is no longer merely about comprehending array patterns. For this tome, one must likely have learned methods of rapid inscription to have any chance of keeping up."
Realizing that the "test" involved not only array patterns themselves but also inscription methods,
the two instinctively turned their gazes toward Lu Feng.
They saw that Lu Feng's face remained calm, his expression utterly unchanged from before. The rhythm at which he condensed array patterns with his hands was also remarkably steady, as though he had not noticed in the slightest that the phantom had accelerated its inscription speed.
In their view, given Lu Feng's attainments in the Array Dao, it was absolutely impossible for him not to have noticed the change in the phantom's