He also thought he was done drawing, but then realized—there was still more.
But he welcomed whatever came.
Since there were more Formations, he would simply keep drawing.
Elder Master Xun had said, don't worry about anything else, just keep drawing, go all the way to the end.
And what he was best at was, precisely, drawing Formations.
So Mo Hua drew one after another, continuing on relentlessly.
The Formation Competition carried on, taking on this rather bizarre form.
Soon enough, the examiners' expressions began to change.
Mo Hua could still draw—he was still drawing!
These Nineteen-Pattern Formations already covered almost all types passed down through Sect inheritance, and the difficulty had nearly peaked, yet Mo Hua was still able to replicate them without a single mistake, at ease and composed.
If this place weren't the Qian Learning State Boundary, if it weren't the Mount of Tao with so many True Men and mighty figures watching intently—
