The Formation won’t reason.
Even in a Third-Grade State Boundary, a Golden Core cultivator wouldn’t wish to be "baptized" by so many high-level Second Grade Killing Formations without cause.
Moreover, being in a Second Grade State Border, his cultivation was restricted.
And now, he was also severely injured, running for days like a candle flickering in the wind.
The old man looked gloomily, slightly raised his eyes, glanced at Mo Hua, and bowed, asking:
"May I know this young friend’s esteemed surname, where do you inherit from, and who is your venerable master?"
Mo Hua shook his head, "I ask, you answer!"
Now that this old man was standing in the middle of his Killing Formation, the initiative was in his own hands, how could he give him the opportunity to ask questions?
The old man’s face twitched, nodded, and said: "Alright."
"What is your surname?" Mo Hua asked.
The old man remained unchanged in expression, "I am surnamed Zhao."
"And your name?"
"A single character, ’Hai’."
"You’re not from Qian Learning State Boundary?" Mo Hua slightly narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Young friend, you are correct," the old man replied, "I am a cultivator of the Zhao family, a trifling Elder within my clan, south of the Chaoyun State Boundary, west of the Qian Learning State Boundary..."
Zhao Hai, an elder of the third-grade Zhao family.
Mo Hua nodded slightly.
This old man was much like himself, fabricating lies effortlessly, no draft needed for his bragging.
He certainly was not named Zhao.
Nor was he called ’Zhao Hai’.
As for being south of Chaoyun State Boundary, an elder of the third-grade Zhao family, such far-fetched claims were just nonsensical fabrications which Mo Hua couldn’t immediately verify.
"Elder Zhao." Mo Hua cupped his hands.
The old man returned the greeting, "May I know the young friend’s esteemed surname, could you..."
"I haven’t finished asking yet." Mo Hua said.
The old man paused, had to bear with patience and said:
"Please ask, young friend."
Mo Hua glanced at the old man who called himself "Elder Zhao", and asked: "Who injured you?"
The old man sighed, "A group of passing Evil Cultivators, suddenly attacked me for some unknown reason, I was caught off guard, thus severely injured."