Hearing the Confucian-robed middle-aged man's report, Feng Ting Shu could only sigh. He racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what was going on. All he could do was guess that Xu Yi might really have some strange cultivation technique, and was on the verge of a breakthrough, so he was cramming at the last minute to improve his chances.
"Forget it. We'll leave him be. Let him enjoy his seclusion—better yet, let him stay shut away for three months. I'd like to see whether he can hide for a while and still hide forever."
Feng Ting Shu waved the Confucian-robed middle-aged man away.
Xu Yi didn't stay long at Immortal Martial Cliff. He had rented the place for seven days, but left his cave abode after only five.
During those five days, he did nothing else, as usual devoting himself to the trial talismans.
Though there was no Spirit Gathering Array, he didn't slack off in the slightest. Instead, he studied the twelve Talisman Pattern structures of fire talisman arts.
Compared with the patterns themselves, the structures were much simpler, but their underlying principles were profound and exceedingly complex.
After five days, Xu Yi hadn't even grasped the first structure's most superficial details.
But he wasn't discouraged. As the saying went, a little added each day would eventually turn quantity into quality.
After leaving Immortal Martial Cliff, he encountered Old Cai at the foot of the mountain, where the man had been waiting for several hours.
As it turned out, Xu Yi's seclusion at Immortal Martial Cliff these past few days wasn't for cultivating some divine art, nor for hoping that last-minute cramming might help him break through in fire talisman arts.
Instead, he had sent a message through a voice-transmission orb to Steward Fang, asking him to