Mr. Tu was not surprised; this was exactly the level of strength that Mo Hua, as the Formation Leader, ought to have.
Mo Hua's Formation Painting was also very fast.
All kinds of Formation Diagrams were etched into his heart; when his pen moved it was like drifting clouds, when his pen ran it was like flowing water. The Formation Patterns under his pen were not only flawless down to the tiniest hair, but even carried a kind of consummate, refined charm.
Yet Mr. Tu still frowned.
He knew that Mo Hua could actually go even faster.
This brat was still holding back, not going all out; he was clearly dragging things out on purpose, not sincerely wanting to paint Formations for him…
Mr. Tu's gaze slightly tightened, but he did not say anything.
Just like that, Mo Hua painted Formations for a full half-day; only when evening came and his Divine Sense was truly exhausted did Mr. Tu finally let Mo Hua go back and rest.
