The Dragon Head Pile still burning outside now was carved by him, one stroke at a time, and the dozen sticks surrounding it inserted into the ground were also sharpened by him alone. After rushing to finish the work, his hands were so tired that they almost cramped up. But now he was being told that he actually didn’t need to make it on-site; he could carry such equipment with him, and better quality too. Li Zhiyuan: "I saw you carving so proudly, so I didn’t have the heart to spoil your fun." Zhao Yi: "Ha... haha." Li Zhiyuan inserted the small array flags into the crevices in the ground, from the northwest corner to the southeast, and the last one in his hand was inserted right in the center. Mr. Tian looked around suspiciously, feeling like nothing had changed. Zhao Yi began forming hand signs, confirming that this was a very simple yet very special formation, special because it was overly simple. Tan Wenbin reopened the cigarette box, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth. He had seen this formation before; poor Yuanzi, always having to translate complex things into simple graffiti for himself to memorize. He took out a lighter and lit the cigarette, took a deep puff, then held the cigarette in his hand, flicking his thumb upward: The lit cigarette flew forward, and upon landing, sparked weak embers. In an instant, the entire backyard erupted with several sparks, searching for anything nearby to ignite, and the fire rapidly intensified. Shizhuo Zhao, along with all traces of Shizhuo Zhao, should be erased. Zhao Yi’s mouth opened, blurting out: "The fire will burn to..." He stopped halfway through the sentence. Because the fire did not spread outward, it was contained within the backyard. Zhao Yi quickly realized it, looking at Li Zhiyuan: "Did you secretly alter the formation I changed?" Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "It was you who made changes on the basis of the formation I had modified." This conversation seemed a bit convoluted but in reality, it was layered with rivalry. Li Zhiyuan would not casually enter a formation controlled by others; he had first modified the formation here to take the lead, but he left room for Zhao Yi, anticipating his modification path, allowing him to finish the job. Realizing he was once again outdone, Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, pointing at Li Zhiyuan: "Why didn’t you say so earlier?" Li Zhiyuan: "Regret it?" Zhao Yi shrugged: "I’m more excited, hehe." The flames rose, and the crowd left the backyard. Outside the wall, they couldn’t see the firelight inside, only occasionally catching a glimpse of scattered sparks, quickly lost in the night’s darkness. With the burning, the coughing of the elderly and children in the front yard eased considerably, the eyes of the intellectually disabled children grew more lively, and the faces of the lonely, elderly added a tinge of rosiness. Come morning, when the villagers wake up, they will see that the Old Zhao Family’s backyard has been reduced to ashes while the front yard remains untouched. Zhao Yi and Mr. Tian left. Li Zhiyuan and the others stayed for a while longer. This was Lin Shuyou’s first time participating in a full team mission, and the outcome was not him being carried to the infirmary for emergency treatment. Hence, he had the thought to reflect: "Knowing well that doing these things is not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao, why do it anyway?" Tan Wenbin reached out and patted Ah You’s head: "The law is there. If everyone knew and abided by the law, what need would there be for police?" Lin Shuyou turned his head to Tan Wenbin: "Brother Bin, the way you said that... sounds quite profound." Tan Wenbin, having read the books and notes written by Yuanzi, and drawing from his own family background, responded: "The Heavenly Dao is elusive, yet the law is tangible, documented in books and carved on monuments; but even so, it doesn’t stop some from ignorance, breaking the law knowingly, being protectors, or repeatedly testing the boundaries of the law. Under the sun... nothing is new to the Heavenly Dao." Li Zhiyuan turned around, glanced at a distant hill, then said: "Let’s go, back to school." On the distant hill, Zhao Yi was bandaging the wound on his brow. Mr. Tian could only hang his hands, sighing repeatedly, like a sorrowful kangaroo. "I say, Grandpa Tian, even if you want to practice sending the old before the young, there’s no need to rehearse so urgently, right?" "Ptooey ptooey ptooey! Young master, may you have great fortune. Don’t speak such ill words." "Great fortune no more, you have no idea how terrifying that person is." "Then why do you still..." "But to compete with such a person for the Dragon King position, that’s truly exhilarating. He has a better chance of winning, but it’s not guaranteed. In our Zhao family’s Dragon King ancestor’s records, many talented individuals were praised and admired, yet he ultimately prevailed in that era. The undercurrents of the rivers are numerous, and no number of geniuses can block those gaps." "Young master, you seem to have forgotten to ask which Dragon King family they belong to." "It wasn’t that I forgot to ask; they deliberately didn’t say. Which family’s team members address each other like that?" Zhao Yi touched the bandaged wound, clenched his fist: go home and light a lamp!" The first ray of morning light streamed through the window into the dormitory, waking Li Zhiyuan from his bed. What surprised him was that Tan Wenbin was also awake. Binbin had slept, but restlessly, on and off. At this moment, he was lying with his head resting on his hands, a cigarette unlit in his mouth, staring at the dormitory ceiling.