The Master's Daoist Epithet

Daoist Xuanhe casually divulged a stream of techniques she was hearing for the first time.

He explained that even the same formation glyph could produce different effects depending on the depth of its inscription and the order in which its strokes were drawn.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye while they worked on a single stake.

Baek Cheong listened obediently, etching each detail into her memory.

After some time had passed,

Daoist Xuanhe suddenly raised a finger.

Spiritual qi gathered at his fingertip, and a thin ray of light flowed into the air.

The ray of light slowly intertwined, drawing a single formation glyph.

“How does this glyph look to your eyes?”

Baek Cheong stared at the glyph revealed in the air and inwardly flinched...