Xun Ziyou nodded slightly.
Elder Master Xun glanced at Xun Ziyou and instructed:
"You just focus on ensuring Mo Hua’s safety. Let him figure out the formations on his own, research them by himself, and ponder them in his own way; you don’t need to interfere."
"Understood."
Xun Ziyou bowed in respect.
...
The next day, Mo Hua went to Refining Demon Mountain early in the morning.
At this time, Elder Xun had just prepared the tea.
Mo Hua drank tea with Elder Xun, and then they set off together, reaching the dense forest, continuing along the path explored the previous day, venturing deeper.
As Mo Hua walked, he searched for trees, inferred, and recorded Formation Patterns.
Xun Ziyou couldn’t understand anyway, so he focused on protection.
However, now that his role as a bodyguard had changed from covert to overt, he didn’t have to be as cautious and sneaky, which eased his worries and relaxed him quite a bit.
Like this, until the setting sun fell behind the mountains, painting the sky with clouds, and night began to descend.
Mo Hua recorded over twenty hand-copied Divine Formation Patterns.
These Patterns are materials. By inferring and studying them, one can deepen their understanding of the Divine Formation, thus restoring the original appearance of the formation.
"It’s late, let’s go back." Xun Ziyou said.
"Mm." Mo Hua nodded.
The two of them walked back along the mountain path.
The sun gradually set behind the mountains, the forest quiet and serene, and Mo Hua feeling relaxed, chatted intermittently with Elder Xun Ziyou as they walked.
Asking questions like: "Elder, where is your hometown?"
"How many generations removed are you from Elder Master Xun?"
"Are you married?"
"Do you have children?"
"Our Taixu Gate, a late-stage Golden Core Elder, how many Spirit Stones is the monthly stipend, and are there any other benefits?"
...questions like these.
Xun Ziyou sighed, finding himself helpless against Mo Hua, only answering some of the questions he deemed fit to respond.
For those inconvenient to answer, he pretended not to hear.
Walking for a while, suddenly a sharp cry rang out:
"Mo Hua!!"
Both Mo Hua and Xun Ziyou were startled, turning their heads to see, not far away, a fair-skinned, handsome young man wearing a splendid gold Taoist Robe, eyes blazing with anger, glaring in their direction.
Mo Hua recognized him.
It was the fair-faced disciple from the Sever Gold Sect, Song Jian.
As soon as Song Jian saw Mo Hua, he couldn’t look away, his eyes fixedly staring at Mo Hua, shouting angrily:
"I finally found you!"
"Mo Hua, I’ve been looking for you for a long time!"
"You got people to gang up on me, took my Spirit Sword, destroyed my efforts, and lied to me! You found a big guy to fight me while watching on the sidelines, to mock me!"
"These grudges, I will never forget as long as I live!"
"Today, I will wipe away the humilation and make you..."
A Sever Gold Sect disciple at the side tugged at Song Jian’s sleeve.
Song Jian impatiently shook it off.
The disciple tugged again.
Song Jian, slightly annoyed, turned his head and asked, "What is it?"
The Sever Gold Sect disciple beside him gave Song Jian a look and glanced toward Mo Hua’s side.
Song Jian, not understanding, followed his gaze and only then realized there was an elder with an impassive face standing beside Mo Hua.
Taixu Sect Golden Core Elder!
Song Jian felt a chill in his heart.
During these days, he had been searching high and low for Mo Hua all over the mountain but never came across him.
Today, he finally met up with him, and in his rage and joy, he hadn’t noticed that an elder from Taixu Sect was standing by Mo Hua’s side.
Moreover, a Golden Core Elder!
Song Jian was dumbfounded.