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Even though he said this, deep down he felt that there might be some truth to Master Luo’s words.

The junior Formation Master could probably really draw a first-grade Formation.

This level of delineation, simplicity and concentration in the Formation Patterns, though appearing simple, truly demonstrated one’s foundation, and at least he himself couldn’t draw it without copying someone else’s work, even though he was almost a first-grade Formation Master.

The crowds murmured once again, while Master Luo sat to the side, sipping tea.

As he had said, the Cultivation World is boundless, with all sorts of talents.

There’s a staggering disparity between Loose Cultivators and clans, and similarly, an immense gulf separates small families from the Great Clans.

What is considered talented in a small place might be stunning locally but only passable in the entirety of the Cultivation World.

Moreover, even if there were such a genius, what does it have to do with him?

Master Luo was very composed.

“By the way, what’s the name of this junior Formation Master?” Master Luo suddenly recalled and asked.

Master Qian responded, “I don’t know the full name, but I know his family name is Mo.”

“Surname Mo, huh…”

Master Luo nodded. Without ‘Mo’ (ink), Formation Patterns cannot be completed—it indeed is a suitable surname for a Formation Master.

Master Luo took a sip of tea, as old memories suddenly surfaced from the Sea of Consciousness.

“The name Mo… feels somewhat familiar…”

He vaguely remembered a day two years ago when Instructor Yan had sought him out, asking him to take on a student as a disciple.

What had Instructor Yan said again?

After thinking for a while, Master Luo remembered Instructor Yan’s helplessness and pleading words:

“Little Mo Hua is young, but sensible and diligent. He’s extremely gifted in Formations, and with Brother Luo’s guidance, his prospects in Formations would surely be boundless…”

Master Luo’s heart skipped a beat.

It couldn’t be such a coincidence…

Master Luo reassured himself that it could just be a common surname—there can’t be so many coincidences in the world.

But they both had the surname Mo, both studied Formations, and both were highly talented…

Master Luo took a deep breath, calming his emotions.

Even if it was the same person, it didn’t matter—it was just exceptional talent in Formations.

Just a teenage first-grade Formation Master, nothing more!

I, Luo, will not regret it!

Master Luo took another sip of tea only to find that the original sweet taste had turned bitter in his mouth…