Seeing that Little Saint Lord was squatting on the ground and drawing, Fang Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly and observed the other party carefully.

A stream of grayish-white energy swirled between Little Saint Lord's fingers.

When he drew with his fingers, a round finger mark was immediately carved on a hard bluestone on the ground by Little Saint Lord.

He drew a circle.

"Does he know how to set up formations?"

Fang Qiu ...