All seven women froze for a moment. The sight before them astonished them: a change had actually occurred within the formation.
Could the formation be about to break?
They hurriedly turned to look at Zhu Fancheng.
They found his expression calm, seemingly unchanged.
Only then did they realize that this probably was not a sign of the formation breaking. Otherwise, Zhu Fancheng could not possibly have remained so composed.
It was probably a normal phenomenon, at least one that had little to do with breaking the formation.
Zhao Yunhui stared at the changes in the formation ahead. Only when it returned to normal did she withdraw her gaze.
"Hm?" Zhu Fancheng's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He saw Zhao Yunhui raise her right hand, her fingers constantly moving through calculations.
What is this? Divination? Fortune-telling? Zhu Fancheng wondered.
Many people in the Jianghu, especially monks and Daoists, used such methods to tell fortunes or divine meanings from written characters when putting on their supernatural charades.
Most such methods were simply meant to fool people.
They were nothing more than tricks.
As for truly comprehending the mysteries of heaven through them, he had never heard of anyone in the Jianghu with that ability.
Looking back into the past, perhaps only Senior Immortal Alchemist had possessed such an ability.
Unfortunately, Zhu Fancheng himself knew little about divination.
It seems I misjudged her. This girl's attainments in formation arts are limited, Zhu Fancheng thought, his expression darkening.
In his view, anyone who wanted astonishing achievements in formation arts had to devote themselves to that alone.
For Zhao Yunhui to spend her thoughts on divination as well was to stray down unorthodox paths.
With such a disposition, any great achievements were clearly unlikely.
She might be fairly accomplished in formation arts now, but delving deeper and