"Formation Barrier?"
Mr. Zhuang's expression also showed a hint of surprise.
Mo Hua recalled the spirit screen in his mind and described it in detail,
"The light blue spiritual power looked like spiritual ink, the interwoven patterns resembled formation patterns, and the woven spirit screen appeared like an entire formation, but the spiritual power flowed, the patterns changed with it, and different formations were displayed on the spirit screen."
"Interesting,"
Mr. Zhuang's eyes lit up slightly, and then he took out paper and pen, spreading them on the table in front of him.
"Do you still remember those formation patterns? Draw a few for me to see."
"I remembered some of the patterns, but they kept changing..." Mo Hua responded truthfully.
"No matter," Mr. Zhuang said, "just draw them as they were when you saw them."
Mo Hua picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, the tip of the pen danced on the paper, and soon several formation patterns leaped onto the formation paper.
