Zhen Yuan's opponent was called Sima Ling.
He was the sixteenth disciple of the fifth mountain's peak elder and was a well-known formation master.
Most importantly, he was born in a prominent family of formation masters. As a result, his formation's inheritance was even more profound than that of the Tianxuan sect.
"I have heard fellow Daoist Zhen is an incredible formation master. I hope we can learn from each other." Sima Ling said, his lips curled in a pleasant smile, but his eyes were filled with mockery.
'Why do I always get the strange ones?' Zhen Yuan wordlessly complained when he saw the mockery.
However, he didn't dwell on it.
After all, he only needed to win and wasn't obligated to become friends with his challenger.
Thinking this, he nodded and turned to Yang Zitao.
Seeing the look, Yang Zitao sighed and began explaining the competition.
"The formations challenge has two aspects." He started and quickly continued.
