Sun Ze scrambled to say, "Yes... "
Sun Yi was somewhat disoriented and murmured after a long while:
"I misjudged him..."
He originally thought that the least conspicuous little cultivator was only good for serving tea and water, attending to his master as a junior disciple.
But he had not expected that he not only knew about formations, but his spells were also so formidable.
Moreover, his mind was nimble, facing many opponents alone with considerable experience in spell duels.
Sun Ze said with hatred, "Father, we must avenge this!"
Sun Yi did not respond, but coldly looked at his son, "Have you told him all about our Sun Family’s secrets?"
"No! Father, you must believe me!" Sun Ze swore confidently.
Sun Yi snorted coldly.
He trusted this son too much; surely, he had told everything, both what should have been said and what should not.
Sun Yi’s eyes flickered, and after some contemplation, he slowly said:
"For now, we hold our forces."
"But Father, I can’t swallow this insult," Sun Ze said with hatred.
He had seen the Pill Master, who said that both his arms were severely burned by the fire, and he would not be able to use his spiritual power for a short period. Other parts of his body were also more or less injured.
Especially his head, which had been hit several times by Mo Hua, was still buzzing.
What was most important was that his appearance had been ruined.
When the Fireball Technique hit his face, even though Sun Ze had covered his face, he was still injured by the flames, leaving several burn marks on his face.
Sun Ze could not swallow this affront.
"You can’t bear it, you have to," Sun Yi snorted coldly.
Sun Ze’s anger had not subsided when he suddenly frowned.
This was not like his father’s usual way of doing things.
In Thousand Families Town, the Sun Family always exacted revenge for the smallest grievances; when had they ever held back?
"Father, do you have some other plan?" Sun Ze asked.
Sun Yi stroked his chin and counter-asked:
"Do you think that kid could really find the ancestral formation of our Sun Family?"
Sun Ze immediately sneered, "Impossible!"
Sun Yi gave him a cold look.
Sun Ze settled down, used his head to think for a moment, and felt a thump in his heart:
"Seems like... it’s actually possible."
Sun Ze then pondered in detail:
"This kid’s identity is not ordinary, his spells are not ordinary, and his mastery of formations seems to be also quite extraordinary."
"I destroyed all the formations he had drawn. I didn’t pay attention at that time, but now that I think about it, those formations were quite well drawn. And they were drawn both quickly and well, even better than you, Father..."
Sun Ze stopped mid-sentence, not daring to continue.
"Go on," Sun Yi snorted coldly.
"Better than you, Father... they were drawn better..."
Sun Yi was not angry; instead, his heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself that it was indeed so.
This kid, with an innocent face, was actually a rare formation genius.
Among this group, perhaps this kid was the real key figure.
The key point was that he was still so young.
"There’s always someone better," Sun Yi sighed.
"So, Father... are we just going to let this go?" Sun Ze ventured.
"Why let it go?"
"A formation genius... Is it not wise for us to provoke him?"
"So what if he’s a formation genius?" Sun Yi sneered, "In this vast cultivation world with countless cultivators, there are innumerable geniuses. Even with great talent, if one cannot grow, they are no different from mediocrity."
Sun Ze was somewhat confused and questioned:
"Father, what exactly do you want to do?"
Sun Yi’s gaze sharpened, "We wait."
"Wait?"
"We wait for that kid to find the ancestral formation of our Sun Family, then catch them all in one fell swoop, to reap the fisherman’s benefit."