A spirit-glimmering octagonal formation disk sat beside the tea table, its surface engraved with countless tiny, profound runes.
"The Eight Gates Maze Formation improved by Master is quite powerful. So far, no Spirit Transformation cultivator has been able to escape it."
The young man in green robes spoke in a fawning tone.
"Enough flattery. This Eight Gates Maze Formation can still be improved, but trapping two Spirit Transformation cultivators will absolutely be no problem."
Though Mystic Formation Master said this, a smug expression appeared on his face.
He was highly proficient in formation arts. The formations he improved could have their power greatly enhanced, and countless Spirit Transformation cultivators wished to hire him to set up or break formations.
Just then, a confident man's voice suddenly rang out. "This formation truly needs improvement. It is still a little lacking if it wishes to trap Han."
As soon as he finished speaking, the octagonal formation disk blazed with spiritual light and emitted a piercing shriek.
Ripples spread through the void ahead, and a streak of white spiritual light abruptly lit up. Han Changming and Wang Lingxue stepped out from within.
Mystic Formation Master furrowed his brow, but he quickly returned to normal.
"Since you were able to escape, you are naturally qualified to see this old man. If you have business, speak plainly!"
Mystic Formation Master said nonchalantly. Most Spirit Transformation cultivators who came to him wanted him to set up formations, and he believed the two before him were no exception.
"My spirit insect has suffered severe injuries from lightning power. I heard Fellow Daoist Zhao has a way to heal it. Would Fellow Daoist Zhao be willing to help? The reward is negotiable."
Han Changming spoke sincerely.
Mystic Formation Master's gaze shifted as he said, "This old man has