At first, when Xia Jue heard Ning Hai praise Su Jiu's talent for formation arts so highly, he had mostly dismissed it. He had always felt that, however gifted she might be in formation arts, it could never rival her swordsmanship and arts. Only when she unraveled the sixth-tier sealing formation did everything he thought he knew begin to crumble.
Hearing was unreliable; seeing was believing. Only by witnessing it firsthand could he truly feel the shock of it.
Now, confronted with this high-level composite formation, he was even more astonished. Never mind unraveling it-Lan Fang Ziyi could not even calculate how many formations were hidden within it.
Su Jiu, by contrast, had said nothing, but Xia Jue knew she had already discerned how many formations it contained.
Xia Jue was not someone who readily showed his emotions. No matter how many thoughts stirred within him, he never let them show, so no one knew how deeply he had been shaken.
As though something amusing had occurred to him, the corners of Xia Jue's lips lifted slightly, and the gentle light in his eyes became a little more genuine.
Shen Qingyue followed Xia Jue's gaze, her hand abruptly clenching into a fist.
By the time Su Jiu calculated how to unravel the formation, half a month had passed.
Unraveling formations truly consumed a great deal of mental energy. After reaching her answer, the first thing she did was not immediately activate the formation on the great doors, but sit in meditation to regulate her breathing and rest.
Su Jiu felt the golden core turning within her dantian, allowing her emotions to slowly settle.
Meanwhile, after Tan Song and Meng Xing entrusted matters to that group of rogue cultivators, they took the initiative to seek out Zhen Jing and her brother.