Si Wei stared hard at Siming.
When the head of the Academy's Formation Path saw the emotions on Siming's face change from initial confusion, to surprise, and then a slight hook of his lips indicating a hint of pleasure, he felt as if he could die on the spot.
The usually proud head of the Formation Path almost wished for death.
"Yo, yo, yo, isn't this Si Wei!"
With a turn of the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form, Old Si Ming directly strolled up to the bound Si Wei, his wrinkled face filled with an indescribable joy, and said up close:
"What kind of game are you playing today, huh?"
"I never knew you were this powerful before."
Si Wei tightly closed his eyes.
He refused to look at the annoying fellow, but had no choice as the Mystic Turtle under Old Si Ming spun around and moved to the other side, "This is indeed rare, come, come, let me imprint you with the Yin Yang Family's secret technique."
"I'll distribute it to the students at the Academy!"
"One for each!"
