Mo Hua set aside his brush and ink, seated himself with composure, and gazed at the top-ranked Jade Slip, this final Formation exam question. His expression was silent, unmoving for a long while.
It seemed he truly had been stumped.
The assembled examiners all breathed sighs of relief.
"He's finally stumped..."
"He ought to be stumped by now..."
"No more drawing."
"If he isn't stumped by this, then there's no justice left in the world."
"To be fair, anyone would be stuck at a question like this."
"Nineteen-Pattern Peak, and the crucial point is this Spiritual Power reversal, the Spiritual Power Law—let alone an ordinary Third Grade Golden Core Formation Master, even they wouldn't necessarily be able to grasp its subtleties..."
"At best, someone might copy the form, draw the outline, but never glimpse the true spirit within."
"The Dao Laws themselves are ineffable, impossible to express—they can only be understood by oneself. This isn't something you can teach..."
