Yang Ziwei looked at Wu Tian and spoke earnestly, "Mr. Wu Tian, and you, Little Guild Leader, have you heard of the friendly competitions between Formation Guilds?"
"Friendly competitions?" Wu Tian raised an eyebrow. "What sort of arrangement is that? Tell me about it."
Ten thousand years ago, five of Wu Tian's friends founded the very first Formation Guild on the continent. Back then, there was no such thing as a friendly competition.
"A friendly competition," Yang Ziwei explained with a nod, "is a match between guilds intended to strengthen the camaraderie among Array Masters."
Wu Tian nodded, and the little fellow giggled. "That sounds like a good thing."
