Xia Tian then approached them, and he stared at Feng Xian'er's drawing. 'Hmm? How does she know this language?'
[Master, this formation is incomplete, and she doesn't know the continuation of the sentence.]
Xia Tian nodded slightly. 'Of course, she doesn't know the continuation, because this is the language of the Immortal Realm, and it shouldn't exist on this planet.'
[Why don't you help her, Master?]
Feng Xian'er and Shui Yan immediately turned to him. They were surprised to see him already standing beside them. And they didn't even notice his presence, because they were too absorbed in observing the formation drawn by Feng Xian'er.
"What are you doing here, Xia Tian?" Shui Yan asked in annoyance.
Xia Tian paid no heed to her, he didn't even glance at her at all, and he only focused on staring at the formation on the paper.
Unlike Shui Yan, Feng Xian'er looked at Xia Tian curiously, and she felt that he understood the formation. 'Do you recognize this formation, Xia Tian?'
