Formation Master Debate

"What do you mean, you want my son?" Pei Tian asked suspiciously as he looked at this young-looking e lder from the Formation Palace. Although he was currently smoldering with rage, he held himself back.

"I understand that I do not have the qualifications to take him as my disciple, his talent is far above my own, but for a time, I can give him some helpful advice. The only thing I request in return is that he helps us out during the next Formation Master's debate."

The young-looking man was as stubborn as Pei Tian, and his eyes were unyielding as he looked at the ancestor in front of him.

"I will be going to the next Formation Master's debate, but I need to bring a younger generation member as well who can display the talent of our newer generat ions."

"In total, we have three experts who can be considered decently skilled at the formation arts. All of them can now form around one hundred seals which is not considered fast nor slow."