"No wonder everything ran so smoothly after you founded the Myriad Formation Spirit Palace. Not a single problem cropped up. Be honest—had you been planning this all along?"
Ji Li had finally caught on.
At his words, Xiao Lin looked up at last and smiled.
"No way. You really had? Since when had you wanted to found a sect?"
As Ji Li pressed him, Zuo He and the other seven turned their eyes to Xiao Lin.
"I'd had the idea for a long time. But back then, an idea was all I had. I didn't have the people. How could I build a sect this big on my own?"
Xiao Lin spread his hands.
It was the truth!
"So that's it. I get it now. Old Lin, you bastard! Did you come up with this the moment we met and I told you I'd gathered eight Formation Grandmasters?"
How could Ji Li not have figured it out by now?
That was exactly why he was baring his teeth at Xiao Lin.
"Correct! But there's no prize!"
Xiao Lin admitted it without hesitation.
Ji Li had already guessed it anyway, hadn't he?
Zuo He and the others, however, had never imagined Xiao Lin had set his sights on them before they had even met!
They were somewhat stunned.
Still, far from resenting how things had turned out, they were delighted.
Watching the sect's disciples become Formation Masters one after another filled them with a sense of accomplishment!
They had become Formation Masters, then Formation Grandmasters, because they loved the art. Now they had even joined Xiao Lin in founding the Myriad Formation Spirit Palace, a sect devoted to the path of formations!
"Damn it! Zuo He, Weng Xing, Baili Qing—they're all my people. I should be the Palace Master!"
And so