"Little Gentleman, how do you find it?"
Mo Hua frowned and shook his head:
"It's too difficult, I don't understand..."
Despite not understanding, he continued to look.
That's how Formation Masters are, the less they understand, the more they want to; the more they can't comprehend, the more they strive to...
Lu Chengyun knew this feeling, so he didn't think anything was amiss.
It was all the more natural for Mo Hua to be observing.
As he watched, he critiqued in his mind:
"This Lu Chengyun draws way too slowly, I've been waiting for ages, if it were me drawing, I would have finished long ago..."
"That stroke is wrong, and he hasn't even noticed..."
"Bone pen, blood ink, and using corpses as mediums... making such a fuss..."
"Dawdling..."
...
After muttering to himself for a while, Lu Chengyun suddenly flicked his wrist, and his pen moved swiftly, leaving behind several Formation Patterns.
These Patterns were quite unfamiliar to Mo Hua.
