Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both nodded and said, "Yes, Master."
After everyone finished eating, Mr. Zhuang rested at the inn while Old Kui attended to the carriage.
Mo Hua, together with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, took a stroll in South Yue City to see if they could find Instructor Yan.
Mo Hua started from the perspective of a Formation Master.
Instructor Yan was a Formation Master, and if he had come to South Yue City, he would likely have interactions with other Formation Masters.
Mo Hua asked the inn's servant and got directions to the residences of several famous Formation Masters in South Yue City.
Some of them were First-grade Formation Masters who had passed the assessment.
Others were capable of Drawing Formation of a First Grade Nine Pattern Formation but had not crossed the threshold and had not been assessed, so they were considered "pseudo First-grade" Formation Masters.
Mo Hua noted down the residences of these people and drew a line on the map of South Yue City, planning to visit them one by one.
The threshold to become a Formation Master is high.
Not just in terms of talent, but even the literal threshold in front of their residences is formidable.
At least three junior cultivators like Mo Hua could not cross it.
Despite looking exceptional, he was indeed too young and appeared too tender.
The doorkeepers stopped them from entering, but they were still polite, simply saying:
"The gentleman is receiving important guests and cannot be disturbed at this time."
Mo Hua then asked, "When will he be finished receiving guests?"
"That, well, is hard to say…" the doorkeeper hesitated.
After all, there were so many lining up to see their master, and it would take more than a month to get through them all.
Moreover, whether the master had the time to see these three junior cultivators was not certain.
He thought that Mo Hua and the others had come to apply as disciples.
This was a common occurrence.
The doorkeeper then tactfully said, "Three young friends, please return for now."
Having no other option, Mo Hua took out the Heaven Shu Ring to declare his genuine identity as a "First-grade Formation Master."
The moment Mo Hua produced the Heaven Shu Ring, he could clearly feel the doorkeeper trembling all over, and even his voice shook:
"You, you... this..."
He was somewhat at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.
How could there be a First-grade Formation Master who was only about ten years old?
The doorkeeper thought it was fake, but he didn't dare to bet on it.
He too was a Formation apprentice, someone learning about Formations.
If it were fake, stopping them would be fine.
But if by chance it was real, he would have truly offended a First-grade Formation Master, and he really would have to pack up his belongings and leave...
Moreover, even if it was a counterfeit, to know to use a "Heaven Shu Ring" as a fake meant the identity was not ordinary; at least they were "insiders."
The doorkeeper then respectfully said:
"Young brother, please wait a moment, I will go and report this."
It didn't take the time of one cup of tea for a Formation Master, dressed lavishly with half-white hair and beard, looking like the owner of the residence, to come out, smiling and saying:
"May I know which young friend here is a First-grade Formation Master?"
Mo Hua showed him the Heaven Shu Ring again.
The Formation Master glanced at the diminutive Mo Hua, then at the Heaven Shu Ring that was one size too large for his thumb, then again at Mo Hua, and once more at the Heaven Shu Ring...
He was clearly at a loss for a moment...
After the doorkeeper told him there was a visiting First-grade Formation Master of minor age, he naturally didn't believe it at first.
Now, even though he saw the Heaven Shu Ring with his own eyes, he remained skeptical.
It was only after he invited Mo Hua inside and personally saw Mo Hua effortlessly draw a First-grade Formation, and after exchanging a few words about Formation knowledge, that he was utterly convinced.
His attitude towards Mo Hua then became exceedingly polite, even carrying a measure of respect.
There is no seniority among scholars—the learned are accorded respect.
This little gentleman truly possessed the knowledge of a First-grade Formation Master.