"Well now, it's been two days since the medicinal ingredients were delivered. Isn't it time to ask Miss Cao to start refining the pill?"
After Qin Yu's attempt to secretly learn formations had been "successfully" thwarted, Mu Yang took the opportunity to hurry the pill refinement along.
After all, the two days Qin Yu had requested were already over. If he had failed to learn anything, that was his own problem. Mu Yang had no desire to waste time keeping him company here every day.
"Of course. But I hear that in another half month, your Heavenly Formation Sect will be holding its triennial Sect Competition. Would you mind if I stayed to watch?"
"Well..."
Mu Yang narrowed his eyes at this, silently weighing whether to agree while trying to fathom Qin Yu's true intentions.
Was this one last, all-out struggle?
Soon, a thought flashed through Mu Yang's mind, and he grinned.
"Of course you can. Still, I think you have some talent for formations yourself. Would you be interested in showing us what you can do?"
Show them what I could do?
Qin Yu glanced at Mu Yang, whose smile carried a hint of calculation, and instantly understood what he was plotting.
"Since you've put it that way, Elder Mu, I'll offer my humble skills when the time comes."
Mu Yang was somewhat surprised, but since Qin Yu had agreed, he could hardly blame him afterward.
You're the one who volunteered. I didn't force you.
"Heh. You don't even know what your own disciples are capable of, yet you're already thinking of making things difficult for someone?"
After they parted ways, Qin Yu muttered this under his breath.
As far as he knew, Ji Lin, the strongest disciple currently in the Heavenly Formation Sect, was only a Seven-Star formation