Profoundness of a Herculean!

While the situation outside kept developing, Yan Zaizen had finished his preliminary studies of formations. It may be a stretch to call him a Formation Master, but his own knowledge towards them was far broader than before.

"Will I be unable to watch Damian and Amy grow…" Yan Zaizen softly muttered, a tinge of unwillingness in his voice. A sudden feeling had just emerged, one that entered his heart like a seed and grew with each passing second. This seed, if interpreted openly, left him with a feeling that he would be departing soon and for an indefinite amount of time.

A softly sighed, but he had come to trust his instincts since he started on the path of a true cultivator, and thus didn't doubt it. Even Eloah, this man of vast mystery, had said his instincts were unimaginably accurate and profound.