"Ha ha ha..." A burst of laughter shattered the morning stillness. Master Xin Yezi danced with joy, ran three laps around the Drill Ground, and shouted, "It worked! It worked!" Zhao Xihe sprang into the air like a hawk swooping on a rabbit, seized Xin Yezi by the topknot, and hauled him up. He struck Xin Yezi three times between the shoulder blades, then roared in his ear, "Xin Yezi!"
Xin Yezi dug angrily at his ear. "What are you doing? I haven't lost my mind. What was all that for?" Zhao Xihe looked deeply embarrassed. "You're all right? I thought you..." "You thought the joy of my breakthrough had driven me mad?" Xin Yezi snapped. "I've cultivated for thousands of years. How could my foundation be so shallow?"
"Heh, heh, heh..." Luo Qian and Yin Quanyin laughed together. Bi'er lay on the table, clutching her round, stuffed belly as she rolled about.
"Brother Luo, come take a look." Xin Yezi stood before the Illuminated Signboard and beckoned to him. Luo Qian went over. He had no idea what Xin Yezi had done, but the glow of the pearls on the Illuminated Signboard seemed different. He could not say exactly how; he could only feel that something had changed.
Luo Qian looked again and again, then slapped his forehead. "That's it! It looks much more natural!" "Exactly. That's the key," Xin Yezi said. "This treasure showed me strange tricks of light and color and gave me a deeper understanding of illusions. After all these years studying Formations of this kind, I thought I'd reached the limit. I never imagined I could go further. Brother Luo, you truly are my lucky star!"
Luo Qian was delighted. "That's wonderful! I have another work of yours, an illusion Formation." "Which one?" Xin Yezi