A Sense of Vigilance

“Do you know what this formation glyph is used for?”

Daoist Xuanhe pointed to the glyph on the stake with his fingertip.

Baek Cheong peered at the glyph and tilted her head inwardly.

It was a glyph for opening a waterway with a fence glyph subtly layered over it.

Judging solely by their meanings, they were glyphs she had understood perfectly long ago.

But these days, simply knowing their meanings was nowhere near enough.

‘There must be another trap hidden in it.’

Daoist Xuanhe was a formation master who had grasped the knack of wielding glyphs beyond merely understanding their meanings.

So Baek Cheong carefully pointed to the place where the strokes divided.

“If you move this stroke back by half a span... I think the waterway could double as a fence.”...