C1280 The Competition Began the Violent Breaking of the Array

It was past 1 am when he left the book room. The elusive level eight formation tome remained unfound—likely invisible to the average Formation Master. The guild's elders, being level eight grandmasters themselves, scarcely had a surplus of books, let alone to share with others. No matter, he thought, there would be other opportunities to read.

The following day unfolded without incident