He recognized the Formation Patterns, but when put together, he couldn’t recognize them anymore.
The Formation Pivot was very unfamiliar to him, beyond his understanding of formations and incomprehensible.
How could this Formation Eye belong to any other formation?
And this formation, clearly just a first-grade, how could it contain eleven Pattern Lines?
Sun Yi, for a moment, felt a darkness before his eyes, completely baffled.
Then he thought to himself:
"Is this kid deceiving me?"
"Did he give me a fake Formation?"
Sun Yi speculated in his mind, and then he dismissed the thought himself.
Impossible...
Although he could not understand, he had a vague feeling that this was indeed a complete Formation, and moreover, a very profound one.
More likely, it was the Formation left behind by the Old Ancestor of the Sun Family!
In that case, it was normal for him not to understand.
Because it was a Formation inherited from his revered ancestor.
His own knowledge of formations was far inferior to that of the ancestor; it was normal for him not to learn it.
But what he couldn’t accept was this.
He couldn’t learn this Formation, but how could this Junior Formation Master with the surname Mo learn it?
He was a Foundation Building Cultivator, whereas this kid was merely at the Qi Refinement stage.
If he could draw the Formation left by the old ancestor, doesn’t it mean that this kid’s mastery of formations had reached a level comparable to that of the Sun Family’s old ancestor?
Great waves surged in Sun Yi’s heart, and he murmured:
"Impossible..."
Sun Ze, standing by his side, seeing his father become completely dumbfounded upon seeing the formation and his ever-changing expressions, softly called out:
"Dad..."
Sun Yi came back to his senses, but he was still shaken.
Sun Ze asked, "Dad, is it this formation?"
Sun Yi, frowning, nodded slowly, and then shook his head.
"Dad, what do you mean?" Sun Ze did not understand.
Sun Yi did not speak.
He couldn’t possibly declare in front of all these people that he couldn’t understand and couldn’t learn it, thus was unsure...
Sun Ze pondered for a moment, then tentatively suggested:
"How about we detain this kid and interrogate him?"
Sun Ze clenched his fist lightly, "No matter how tough his mouth is, it’s not as tough as a fist. Beat him up, and he’ll confess everything."
Sun Yi was indecisive.
Then Mo Hua’s crisp voice came from the other side:
"I’ve given you the formation, now it’s time to let us through, isn’t it? People who break their word won’t end well!"
"Dad..." Sun Ze urged as well.
Sun Yi’s brows were tightly knit, his face struggling.
He didn’t dare, but he also couldn’t bear it.
If this child truly had such mastered formations to such a high degree, then he wouldn’t dare to make a move.
But to let them go just like that, he was extremely reluctant.
He had previously thought to deceive the formation out of Mo Hua’s hands first, then capture him and force him to marry into the Sun Family and work for them.
But back then, he thought Mo Hua had just a good talent, believing that Mo’s level of formation would not exceed his own.
Now that he saw this formation, he suddenly realized that he had underestimated this young cultivator.
And vastly overestimated himself.
He had previously scoffed, thinking this kid could never learn the Formation of the Sun Family’s old ancestor, but now it seemed, the one who truly couldn’t learn was himself...
Yet with just the seventh level of Qi Refinement, could he really draw such a Formation?
Sun Yi still didn’t believe it.
Could this kid be deceiving me?
Sun Yi frowned and asked:
"Kid, have you learned this Formation?"