A clear, hearty laugh came from outside the entrance.
Fang Mo lifted the curtain and entered, dressed in a black sword robe, as calm as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze. He showed no sign of having endured a great battle, yet the faint fluctuations of his blood energy still made everyone's heart pound with fear.
"Greetings, Alliance Leader!"
Everyone in the camp hurried to their feet and bowed, the Heavenly Venerates included.
"Greetings, Alliance Leader!"
Falling Star Heavenly Venerate also hurriedly rose and bowed. As he looked at the young man before him, his feelings were complicated. Barely into his twenties, Fang Mo was already the leader of the Heavenly Way Alliance and its strongest fighter. Comparing oneself to others really could drive a person mad.
"No need for such ceremony, Sect Master Luo!" Fang Mo raised a hand as though to help him up, smiling brightly. "I have long heard that your mastery of formations is unrivaled beneath heaven, Senior Luo, and have admired you for some time. Now that we have finally met, I can ask for your guidance!"
Falling Star's eyes lit up at those words, and his heart felt all the more at ease. Whether the words were sincere or not, they made him feel respected.
He sighed inwardly. No wonder Fang Mo could lead the alliance. Not only was he powerful, he lacked even a trace of youthful arrogance. Anyone else who attained such achievements at his age would surely find it hard not to feel at least a little proud!
Despite those thoughts, he dared not be negligent and hurriedly replied respectfully:
"You are too kind, Alliance Leader. With your current cultivation, and the Taichu Myriad Manifestations Art you practice, which is founded upon formations, who in this world could rival your understanding