1023 Little Rascal Showing Its Might

In the early hours of the morning, the Bai Clan was extremely quiet. The residence was filled with people busy with their cultivation.

In the courtyard Qin Wentian was in, he was currently flipping through ancient scrolls. His attention was completely focused on them.

Footsteps rang out. Mo Qingcheng slowly walked over. Qin Wentian turned to glance at her with a gentle smile on his face. A faint blush tinged Mo Qingcheng's face; her skin was as light as water, her features flawless.

"What are you looking at?" Walking to Qin Wentian's side, Mo Qingcheng stared at the ancient scroll he was currently reading.

"Formation arts. Although I'm somewhat proficient in divine inscriptions, immortal formations are too just too profound. I need to inscribe an immortal-ranked grand formation here in the Bai Clan just to prepare for the worst," Qin Wentian replied.

"Mhm." Mo Qingcheng nodded lightly. "Go ahead. I won't disturb you then."