The Dragon Head Pile still burning outside now was carved by him, one stroke at a time, and the dozen sticks surrounding it inserted into the ground were also sharpened by him alone.
After rushing to finish the work, his hands were so tired that they almost cramped up.
But now he was being told that he actually didn't need to make it on-site; he could carry such equipment with him, and better quality too.
Li Zhiyuan: "I saw you carving so proudly, so I didn't have the heart to spoil your fun."
Zhao Yi: "Ha... haha."
Li Zhiyuan inserted the small array flags into the crevices in the ground, from the northwest corner to the southeast, and the last one in his hand was inserted right in the center.
Mr. Tian looked around suspiciously, feeling like nothing had changed.
Zhao Yi began forming hand signs, confirming that this was a very simple yet very special formation, special because it was overly simple.
