The formation examination had a time limit of two hours.
Two hours later.
The examination ended.
All the candidates remained seated while the examiners collected their formation discs one by one and labeled them with their names for later assessment. When an examiner reached the group containing Zhang Qianqiu's son, he hesitated, then jogged over to Zhang Qianqiu.
"Pavilion Master Zhang, this group... didn't produce a single formation disc."
"Mm."
Zhang Qianqiu nodded expressionlessly. "No need to report it to me. Just follow procedure."
He had expected this result all along. Barring a surprise, they had botched the examination. They had used up so many materials at the start that it would have been a miracle if they could produce a formation disc afterward.
This had nothing to do with his son.
If his son had been assigned to another group, they would at least have had a half-finished formation disc. They had simply been a little unlucky this time.
"We don't have a formation disc, but that doesn't mean we have no results."
Just then—
From that group.
A young-looking boy with youthful spirit blazing in his eyes strode forward, meeting Zhang Qianqiu's and the examiner's gazes without flinching.
"What is a formation disc?"
"A variation on a formation, portable and convenient because it requires no Formation Master to set it up. Anyone can use it."
"Based on our group's assessment, this Acceleration Formation Disc cannot possibly be reproduced. The key issue is that its 12,983 Formation Patterns contain extensive safeguards against reverse engineering."
"Of those, 4,929 Formation Patterns are ineffective patterns intended to interfere with analysis."
"Most of the remaining Vein Patterns overlap, layer upon layer. At the most densely stacked point, 77 Vein Patterns overlap. Yet not one of those 77 is ineffective. They are all essential,