After the commotion finally settled down, Elder Martin looked much more satisfied. Several formation masters were still rubbing their scalps while glaring at him from a safe distance. Tyler couldn't help feeling that these elders were surprisingly lively. In most sects, elders carried themselves with dignity and prestige. The elders of the Formation Hall, on the other hand, looked more like a group of old friends who spent half their time researching formations and the other half arguing with each other.
Elder Martin waved his hand toward Tyler.
"Enough. Thank you for your help, kid. If not for you, those idiots might have trapped themselves for another few months. Welcome to the Formation Hall. Someone register this kid immediately."
The moment those words fell, a dissatisfied voice rang out.
"You already left the Formation Hall. Like hell we're helping you."
The speaker was naturally the elder whose hair had suffered the greatest tragedy earlier.
