"A trivial formation? Young man, did you actually call my formation a trivial one? Do you know how many people paid a huge price back then just to have me set up a formation at the entrance of my Magic Academy?"
In those days, Ainos was not only famous for his cultivation in magic, but also renowned for his prowess in magical formations. Even in that era, magicians capable of arranging level seven formations were rare, and this was one of his greatest prides.
Now being ridiculed by a youngster, how could he swallow this insult?
"Well, they certainly haven't seen much of the world," Zhang Menglong laughed, "Does that even qualify as a formation? I could break it in minutes!"
Ainos' remnant soul, seemingly eager to prove this point, immediately began to sense the formations he had left on those Warcafts, which not only restricted them but also served as a monitoring function.
