"Kid! When you're out in the world, it's better to be a little humble!"
"Personally, I think you should be humble whether you're out or not!"
Holding new array disks that had yet to be inscribed with formations, Qing Mo and the flamboyantly dressed young master entered a room within the pavilion specially designated for inscribing formations.
Yun Zhiyi, Xiao Yayun, and several of the flamboyant young master's attendants also stood off to either side, not far from them.
"Young masters! You may begin!"
"Once you have fulfilled the requirements, this humble one will deliver the array disks you inscribed to that major client and let him personally choose his favorite!"
Upon hearing the pavilion attendant's words, Qing Mo and the flamboyant young master exchanged a glance.
The former's eyes were as still as an ancient well, as though victory were already in his grasp.
As for the latter, beyond his innate confidence, his gaze also revealed the anger that had surfaced earlier.
Clearly, Qing Mo's actions had already made this seemingly proud young master dissatisfied.
Once the two had each found a spot and sat down, they focused their minds and began inscribing the array disks in their hands.
Qing Mo's expression remained calm as the carving knife in his hand raced across the array disk, gradually etching out one intricate and exquisite pattern after another.
The flamboyant young master refused to be outdone, his hands deftly carving away. A confident smile rested on his face, as if the fruits of victory were already his for the taking.
Second by second, time passed. The room was so quiet that only the scrape of carving knives against array disks could be heard.
Yun Zhiyi, standing nearby, saw that "Han Wei" truly knew how to inscribe formations, and that his movements