Mo Hua felt a bit resentful when he saw Mr. Zhuang again.
"Sir, didn't you say there was a barrier?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled casually, "There is a barrier, but perhaps you crossed it without realizing."
"So am I considered a First Grade Formation Master now?"
"It's not that simple."
Mr. Zhuang found a more comfortable position on the bamboo chair, explaining to Mo Hua,
"Being able to draw nine Formation Patterns only means you've entered the threshold of First Grade. You still need to learn more, practice drawing, master more First Grade Formation Methods, and fully grasp the technique of forming the nine Patterns in one thought before you truly have the strength of a First Grade Formation Master."
Mo Hua sensed there was more to Mr. Zhuang's words, "So having the strength of a First Grade Formation Master doesn't mean having the title?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "The title is determined by the Taoist Court."
"The Taoist Court? Isn't it the Taoist Court Official?"
