Seeing Cui Yu and Dill slightly open their mouths in astonishment, Fang Hong simply handed over the crystal in his hand and asked, "Want to learn?" They both nodded in unison.
"This is a special kind of alchemy. It is very complex, but sometimes it can have miraculous effects."
The afternoon sunlight was streaming through the light tea-colored window, casting golden shadows on the side of Fang Hong's face. His voice was calm, unhurried, with a reassuring quality: "But time is limited, and I may not be able to teach the principles, so I can only teach you the drawing methods of three formations."
Fang Hong looked at the two: "Cui Yu must remember one of them, while Dill should remember at least two. As for how much you can learn, it depends on your respective abilities."
With that, he extended his hand. Using the black claws of Pride of the Lonely King, he dipped a bit of water and began to draw on the wooden table, stroke by stroke.
