Watching Li Da and Li Er retreat in disgrace, Jing Wen's lips curved slightly. A barely perceptible gleam of satisfaction crossed his eyes as he inwardly applauded Li Da's earlier "brilliant performance."
This farce had unfolded exactly as he had expected. Everything was under his control.
Jing Wen slowly withdrew his gaze, his thoughts drifting toward the woman before him, who looked so delicate yet had such a stubborn disposition-Xin Ruoyin.
This younger version of Xin Ruoyin had a decidedly peculiar temper, and the rules she imposed on her formation lessons were especially numerous.
Looking back, if he had not given her millennium spirit medicine, he probably would never even have had the chance to step through this courtyard gate and study formations under her.
His foundations in the Formation Dao were simply too weak to pass the test of the Bamboo Sea Listening to the Waves Formation.
A trace of disdain flashed in Jing Wen's eyes. He had never been one to willingly let rules bind him.
Xin Ruoyin had laid down all sorts of rules, so he would do precisely the opposite and break them one by one.
Today, he had sent Li Da to cause trouble. If that still failed to produce the effect he wanted, he would arrange for more people to come-Zhang Da, Wang Da... There would always be a way to make this formation genius obediently submit.
In Jing Wen's mind, Xin Ruoyin was nothing more than an important piece on his chessboard.
He would lay his plans step by step and guide her little by little, drawing Xin Ruoyin into the web he had woven until she became obedient and compliant, acting according to his wishes.
Wang Ziling followed Jing Wen into the courtyard, fine beads of sweat still clinging to his forehead.