When the time comes, having Uncle Gu’s presence as a Golden Core Steward might yield more information.
Afterward, Mo Hua started meditating, immersing his Divine Sense into his Sea of Consciousness, seizing the time to practice Formation on the Taoist Stele.
Now, with his Divine Sense at Nineteen Patterns, he could learn more Formations, so every moment had to be fully utilized.
Only by learning more Formations and honing his Divine Sense to the extreme would he have access to more Formations in the future.
Until dawn, with the eastern light breaking.
Mo Hua opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and stretched.
Then, seizing the moment of morning light, with the purple qi coming from the east, Mo Hua took out the Spirit Stone, cultivated for a while, and began waiting for Gu Changhuai.
In the small fishing village, the Fish Cultivators also got up one after another, starting their industrious day.
Mo Hua sat tall in the tree, waited for a while, feeling inexplicably anxious, then used the Letter Token to ask:
"Uncle Gu, when are you coming over?"
No response from the other side.
After a long while, Gu Changhuai finally replied, seemingly a bit helpless: "The new Supervisor is rather tricky, I can’t come right now, but I’ll be there in four hours."
"Alright, remember to hire a bigger carriage." Mo Hua said.
"Okay."
After that, Mo Hua could only patiently continue waiting.
But as he waited, he suddenly realized a problem:
The old man from the Water Prison Sect, might he have escaped?
Meeting by chance, no ties whatsoever, though he shared so many past stories, it didn’t mean he truly trusted him.
"Better go and check..."
Mo Hua silently thought to himself.
He didn’t delay, directly stood up, and followed the path Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi took last night, going to the Desolate Mountain, and lightly climbed up the cliff.
Upon reaching the cave entrance, the dense Killing Formation was still there.
But with a sweep of his Divine Sense, Mo Hua found the cave inside was empty, not a trace of anyone.
"He’s gone..."
Mo Hua sighed.
But thinking about it, it wasn’t too surprising either.
That Water Prison Sect elder, whose clan was destroyed, being hunted down, with enemies everywhere, it wouldn’t be easy for him to trust anyone.
It was just that his forehead was dark, a Death Omen looming, and this escape might truly be the end for him.