Deep in the underground, Elder Bai Delan and the Dust Valley Sect instructors and disciples were working seriously.
"Elder Bai, how did the Young Master come up with this miraculous idea?" a young instructor asked, his voice filled with admiration.
"How would I know? I've been asking myself the same question but with no answer," Elder Bai responded.
The fame of Mo Jian's extraordinariness had spread throughout the sect, but compared to watching and hearing him speak—
The news and fame seemed to pale compared to him.
His train of thought was different from everyone else. What they thought would be impossible seemed like nothing to him.
A monster in human clothing.
His knowledge in runes and formation was out of this world.
Looking at the strange artifact a couple of meters from them, the instructors sighed in admiration once again.
They speculated Mo Jian's current rank in runes and formation. No one could come up with the right rank.
How should they rank him?
