"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
"Ingenious! Absolutely ingenious!"
At first, Wei Jiuming stood to one side, looking like an emotionless praise machine.
But the longer he watched, the less composed he felt.
He was already too stunned to speak, wholly immersed in learning.
One thought kept repeating in his mind: You can do that, too?
No way! Even that works?
He finally understood why the ancestors had said to live and learn until old age.
Indeed, there was no end to learning in life.
Wei Jiuming had once believed he had reached the ceiling of the present generation's formation masters.
Now, it seemed...
Chen Mu, a young member of the next generation, had slapped him awake with one vicious blow!
The ceiling? The tip of the pyramid? The mountaintop?
What a joke. I'm clearly still halfway up the mountain, or even... at its foot...
Wei Jiuming was not discouraged by this. Instead, he was excited, because he had found a new goal in life!
"Done." Chen Mu put away his sword, having finished inscribing the formation.
"Please." He offered the sword.
"All right, I'll try." Wei Jiuming seemed very unsure of himself.
He was deeply apprehensive.
It was practically written on his face. Even Ye Qingcheng, an outsider, could easily see how nervous he was.
Ye Qingcheng knew nothing about formations, but she had heard of Wei Jiuming's illustrious reputation among formation masters.
He was a living legend among the Southern Region's formation masters, held up by countless people as the goal they aspired to reach.
Yet even someone so formidable wore a troubled expression when confronted with the formation her young master had laid.
Was that not enough to show how incredible her young master was?
Young Master really was far too powerful!
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