Wangg Xuanji soon discovered that many of the young man's drawing techniques did not belong to any of the Inscription Master schools of Tianyun Country. Some of his methods looked more complex, yet were incomparably smooth.
"This young man's sect doesn't belong to any of the Tianyun Country schools!" the middle-aged man said.
"Yes. And their school is likely far more advanced than ours."
One after another, rays of colored light bloomed in mid-air. The intersecting trajectories left brilliant afterimages burned onto everyone's retinas. Wangg Yuhuan held her breath, pouring all of her Soul Power into each Inscription Talisman to carefully sense every minute change in the Energy within.
