Mo Hua scratched his head, feeling guilty:
"That's all I remember…"
He couldn't keep painting, for if he went on, he would reveal the entire formation eye...
Everyone looked left and right, scrutinizing Mo Hua's sketch of the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, and they all frowned.
A Formation Master sighed:
"Lu Chengyun, indeed, is quite talented…"
Someone snorted coldly, "So what if he has talent? Isn't he still a heartless scoundrel?"
"I wasn't saying he wasn't…"
"Without talent and virtue, one is merely mediocre, but with talent and no virtue, that's often the greater disaster."
"As long as one's character is corrupt, no matter how talented, they should be condemned!"
"It's a pity that Lu Chengyun, with all his talent, hasn't used it on the right path, this formation eye is extremely exquisite..."
The old Formation Master shook his head, "This formation eye might not have been constructed by Lu Chengyun…"
"Not by Lu Chengyun?" The crowd was astonished.