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A hundred Iron Armor Formations, and it only took a little over one and a half months for Mo Hua to have completed the paintings?
Elder Yu furrowed his brows and fell silent.
Seeing this, Yu Chengyi asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"
Elder Yu handed the storage bag to his son, "You count."
Yu Chengyi took it, swept it with his Divine Sense, counted once, and then again, and couldn't help but count yet another time...
A moment later, he, too, was gaping, "This... it's all done?"
Elder Yu glared at him, "Can't you count?"
Yu Chengyi gave a sheepish smile, then couldn't help but ask again:
"Did... did he do this all by himself?"
Elder Yu opened the rattan armor inside, compared it to the Iron Armor Formation, and even though some strokes were a bit sloppy, they were spirited and integrated, completed in one go, indeed from the hand of one person.
Father and son looked at each other, lost for words.
