"Oh? When did Haoyang become a yellow-grade formation master? Jiankang, how could you keep that from me?" When the sixth prince first engaged Xinzi in battle, the male disciples' cheers boomed across the mountain peak. The non-disciples too followed the trend, cheering Shui Haoyang on. In their eyes, though he too belonged to the White Immortal sect, the Dongli prince represented their interests better than the golden child of this tyrannical sect.
At the leaders' platform, Guang Fanghu observed Haoyang's moves with scrutiny. Shui Haoyang had just turned 25, cultivated 320 Spiritual Drops, and showed no sign of slowing down. No one expected the Dongli prince to add formation skills to his arsenal—at least not without external help. Either Haoyang got that help, or he deliberately concealed his true abilities—neither option pleased Guang Fanghu, who liked to control all aspects of his nephews' existences.
