Ao Bing’s heart skipped a beat.
Seeing Aunt Lan’s stern expression, he couldn't help but wonder: could the array patterns inscribed by Fellow Daoist Shen Gongbao be so abysmal that she lacked even the desire to offer guidance?
Shen Gongbao, unaware of Ao Bing’s inner turmoil, nodded with a reminiscent look in his eyes. "Indeed, it has been a long time since I touched upon the art of arrays. Today, I was struck by a sudden impulse and decided to scratch out a few."
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