But when picking up one of them, Instructor Yan suddenly paused.
The portrait was of a woman, her hair tied up with a plain face, no makeup applied, her gaze focused, immersed in her own world, a female Formation Master concentrating on researching Formation, capable of drawing a nine-Pattern Formation…
Instructor Yan was momentarily lost in thought…
…
After bidding farewell to Instructor Yan, Mo Hua went to visit Old Mr. Feng.
Old Mr. Feng had done Mo Hua a great favor.
As a child, Mo Hua had been weak and deficient in Blood Qi; it was Old Mr. Feng who had cared for him with Pills.
Later, when his mother fell severely ill, it was through the good fortune of relying on Old Mr. Feng that she had no serious trouble.
Old Mr. Feng had not attended the Foundation Establishment feast.
Old Mr. Feng was a Pill Master, holding a position at the Apricot Forest Hall, treating and saving people, constantly busy, and moreover, he preferred quiet over noise due to his old age.
Liu Ruhua prepared some delicate and light dishes for Mo Hua to take to Old Mr. Feng to taste.
Mo Hua also gave Old Mr. Feng some pill books and Pill Recipes he had collected on his travels, as a gift for their reunion.
Old Mr. Feng was overjoyed, stroking his beard and nodding incessantly.
He then looked at Mo Hua and could not help but feel a flood of emotions.
Mo Hua had truly grown up under his watchful eyes, from a tiny child, slowly growing up, and now although he was only fifteen years old, still not very old, he had become a famous first-grade Formation Master and a Foundation Building Cultivator…
And he had also used Formation to help so many Cultivators in Tongxian City.
“Good child…” Old Mr. Feng’s eyes were filled with satisfaction.
Apricot Forest Hall was bustling with activity, and Old Mr. Feng was quite busy.
Mo Hua did not wish to bother any further, and after a short chat, and confirming that Old Mr. Feng was well, got up to take his leave.
Just before he left, Old Mr. Feng seemed to remember something, hesitated a moment, then spoke earnestly:
“Mo Hua…”
“At such a young age, to have such cultivation and mastery of Formation is truly rare, and your future is boundless…”
“But even if, in the future, your cultivation reaches such heights that all the countless Cultivators and all the living beings in this world are but lowly ants, mere dust beneath your feet…”
“You must never forget your original aspirations, never become aloof and indifferent.”
“Do not forget, the most humble of people are still people, alive with joys and sorrows…”
Mo Hua was taken aback, then with eyes shimmering with understanding and a pure smile, he reassuringly said:
“Alright, Grandpa Feng, I’ll keep that in my heart!”