Time flowed by like water.
Flowers bloomed and withered. In the blink of an eye, several more days had passed.
On this day, within Fuhai District.
Qin Yang stood before a sandalwood desk, a stack of Xuan paper laid out neatly before him.
Petals drifted past the window. With his eyes slightly closed, he perceived his surroundings entirely through his Divine Sense.
He held a Vermilion Pen, meticulously tracing along the lines.
With just a few strokes, profound Array Patterns gradually emerged on the paper. They were as smooth and fluid as water, every interlocking detail perfectly rendered without the slightest error.
A moment later.
An Array Map had leaped onto the paper.
Every inch of the Array Patterns was crafted with rigorous precision, and the overall layout was complete and flawless. It had already far surpassed the original Turtle Shell Rubbing, a true case of the student surpassing the master.
'It's finally done.'
