"Elder Zhen, Elder Zhen, come take a look!" Only after a long while did Elder Huo come back to his senses and wave to his old friend.
"The lad hasn't even been in there an hour. It would be good enough if he understood the cultivation method. What's there to see?" Elder Zhen brewed himself a cup of tea, strolled over, and glanced into the hall.
When he saw the scene inside, Elder Zhen's relaxed expression abruptly froze.
Nine Formation Points hovered before Tang Yan, dancing with incredible agility in midair under his control, forming all manner of lines and symbols.
Elder Zhen thought he was hallucinating and rubbed his eyes hard. Once he confirmed it was no illusion, his mind went utterly blank.
A beginner had condensed nine Formation Points in just an hour?
Someone who could condense a single Formation Point in twelve hours was already a formation-refining prodigy. This fellow...
Whoosh! The stunned Elder Zhen actually forgot he was still holding a teacup. His grip slipped, and the cup went flying.
Elder Huo reacted swiftly, gathering True Qi to catch the teacup securely.
"Look at you, acting like you've never seen the world." Elder Huo mercilessly mocked his old friend.
"Stop laughing at me. If you met a student who had just started learning alchemy and could control pill fire in no time, wouldn't you be shocked?" Elder Zhen retorted.
Elder Huo looked at Tang Yan, an intense fervor flashing in his eyes. "Elder Zhen, with such talent for refining formations, do you think this lad might also have a strong aptitude for alchemy?
"Why not let him try alchemy after you've taught him the basics? Perhaps he could find opportunities in both Formation Martial Dao and alchemy."
"Get lost. Stop getting ideas about Tang Yan. Formation