"What's got you so lost that you didn't sense me coming in?" Ace asked, amusement lacing his voice.
Shan Yifeng jolted upright, flustered. "Ah! Haha… uh, well, actually…" He scratched his head.
Ace crossed his arms. "Don't worry. Just spit it out. Who knows? Your master here might be of some use."
Shan Yifeng looked at Ace, he hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, "I'm trying to come up with a way to block Liu Mei from reading my mind."
Ace's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh? And you're attempting to do that with a formation?"
"Yes, Master!" Shan Yifeng nodded firmly. "I believe formations are omnipotent—they can become anything we want them to be."
Ace didn't question his disciple's belief.
Instead, he leaned forward slightly and said, "Alright then, Yifeng. Look at me. Tell me—what makes a formation stand?"
"The foundation," Shan Yifeng answered immediately.
"And, honestly speaking, what does a foundation do aside from being useless?"
