With Zhao Tianchen's approval.
Chang Chunbo naturally could not wait to accept Fang Hong as his disciple.
As for acknowledging Chang Chunbo as his master, Fang Hong had thought it through very clearly.
This matter was all benefit and no harm to him.
Although, in terms of formation theory, he was already close to catching up with Chang Chunbo and could be called a formation master.
The title of master, however, still needed the word theoretical added before it.
And in the Way of Formations, besides theory, practical application was an equally important link.
After all, formations were unlike martial skills or cultivation methods.
Once he learned martial skills and cultivation methods, he had learned them, and he would even master them to perfection.
With just a few attempts, his relevant experience in using them would quickly rise.
But formations were different.
Every formation was different.
Even the same formation required different things to be noted when it was arranged in different locations.
That required immensely profound experience!
Fang Hong currently had full marks in theory, but zero in practice.
He was like someone sitting atop a treasure mountain. If he wanted to develop that treasure mountain by himself,
even with his Golden Finger, it would likely take quite some time.
Chang Chunbo, meanwhile, was like the key to that treasure mountain.
He could greatly speed up Fang Hong's development of it.
Another point was that Fang Hong knew perfectly well that his talent was actually not very good.
Especially in terms of comprehension, he was utterly ordinary.
Therefore, he needed to absorb the wisdom of countless predecessors and gather it together.
The accumulation of innumerable insights and knowledge, building up thickly before bursting forth, might allow him to gain extraordinary understanding through a flash of inspiration at some point.