“What’s wrong?” Lu Yun frowned when he saw the old man gaping at him.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the old man responded, shamefaced. He could tell the governor was discussing the intricacies of formations, but he, Qin Xianhuo, a renowned formation master in the whole of Nephrite Major, couldn’t understand what he heard!

Lu Yun rubbed his forehead. An eight trigrams layout was a little too complicated for contemporary formation masters in the world of immortals. Knowledge of feng shui must’ve been lost in the great war a hundred thousand years ago, so even Feinie might not understand what he was talking about.

Resigned, Lu Yun moved on. “I don’t have time to teach you. Give me four...