The Tang sisters advanced together, taking positions in front of and behind Cheng Xinzhan, though both kept well away.
Cheng Xinzhan had no idea what they were up to.
Then each brought out a plum vase. The eldest sister, Tang Caizhen, had a spray of pomegranate blossoms in hers; the youngest, Tang Caixing, had a spray of apricot blossoms.
They tossed the vases into the air. The flowering branches spilled out, rooted themselves in empty space, and formed a circle around Cheng Xinzhan, trapping him within.
Recognizing the beginnings of a formation, Cheng Xinzhan naturally would not sit waiting for death while they completed it. He turned into escape light again and shot upward, trying to fly away.
But this formation evidently was not so simple. From the moment the flowering branches appeared, they locked onto Cheng Xinzhan's aura. Wherever he flew, the branches followed. However fast he flew, they always kept him penned in their midst.
There was something to it, after all.
Cheng Xinzhan abandoned his futile efforts and examined the flowering branches around him, searching for a weakness.
At this, Tang Caizhen sneered.
"You there, wretch! My formation can peer into your Niwan Palace and bind itself to your primordial spirit. Where could you possibly go? Just wait until I drag out your primordial spirit as an offering to my sister!"
As she spoke, the flowering branches rooted in empty space rapidly sprouted and grew, one becoming ten, ten becoming a hundred. In the blink of an eye, they became a dazzling forest of blossoms. Overhead, branches and leaves wove a flowering net; below, coiling roots formed wooden bars, locking Cheng Xinzhan inside like a cage.
Seeing this, Cheng Xinzhan unleashed fire again, scattering a swath of purple flame.
Huh?
The next moment, he was somewhat surprised.