Everyone knew Formation Patterns, but no one had ever imagined a simple Spirit Fire Formation could be drawn so beautifully. Of the group, Chen Zhongjie was the most skilled with Formations. As he watched the Formation Patterns take shape, he moved his fingers along their lines and sensed what made this Formation different.
It was still a Spirit Fire Formation, but its interlocking patterns were far more intricate and precise. They could unleash several times the power of an ordinary Spirit Fire Formation. With its range expanded severalfold as well, Chen Zhongjie suspected this blaze would be terrifying.
Moments later, the Formation in Pei Ling's hands was complete. As the final Formation Pattern connected, a vast surge of Spiritual Power poured into it, and dazzling light filled the entire Formation. Pei Ling pointed, and the Formation plunged from midair, enclosing the whole Sea of flowers.
The fire rose. Orange flames bloomed like beautiful flowers across the black soil, until it was hard to tell whether the Red Spider Lilies or the flames were lovelier.
But Qiao Ranran's attention was entirely on Pei Ling. She studied his face and eyes, unwilling to miss the slightest change.
"What are you looking at?" Pei Ling asked, pinching and rubbing Qiao Ranran's cheek.
Qiao Ranran's eyes curved with her smile. "Whether you're using a technique your body can't handle right now. Whether you've spent too much Spiritual Power, or have a headache..."
Pei Ling smiled faintly, his eyes darkening. Suddenly, the others nearby seemed terribly in the way. "Qiao Ranran, you have a rather poor grasp of my strength, don't you?"
Qiao Ranran pursed her lips. "You have too much history. There's simply no telling what you're up to."
"Heh." Pei Ling laughed with particular delight, his fine features lighting up so brilliantly they