Bai Zisheng led the Spirit Farmers on their daily patrols with great enthusiasm, while Mo Hua quietly sat on the ridge, diligently painting the Cultivating Soil Formation.
Bai Zixi was also helping Mo Hua with the Formation Painting.
She crouched next to Mo Hua, her fair hand holding the brush, her posture elegant and her demeanor serene, the Formation Patterns she drew were graceful and beautiful.
Mo Hua stole several glances, greatly astonished, and couldn't help but exclaim,
"Junior Sister, the Formation you paint is really beautiful!"
"Beautiful?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Bai Zixi's beautiful eyes.
"Yes," Mo Hua nodded.
Bai Zixi glanced at the Formation she had painted, then at the one Mo Hua had done, and curiously said,
"Isn't it almost the same?"
The Formations were the same, and the Patterns in them looked quite similar at first glance.
But Mo Hua shook his head, "It's different."
