If you’re not sleepy, this lengthy night will be hard to endure…
Mo Hua had many more questions.
For example, how one becomes a Mountain God, what is virtuous affinity? If a Mountain God harbors evil, do they become an Evil God? Why consume incense offerings? Why accept worship?
And so on and so forth…
It was still far from dawn, and Mo Hua wanted to seize the opportunity to ask Lord Yellow Mountain all these questions. Just as he was about to speak up, he suddenly paused, turning his gaze towards the door.
Seeing the change in Mo Hua, Lord Yellow Mountain was somewhat surprised.
A moment later, he too was startled.
“Someone’s coming outside…”
Mo Hua nodded.
Lord Yellow Mountain looked astonished.
Now it understood that this little Cultivator’s Divine Sense was extraordinary.
Within its own mountain realm, this Cultivator could sense movements even before it could.
“We should hide a bit…”
Lord Yellow Mountain looked weakly at Mo Hua, seeking his approval.
Mo Hua nodded, and only then did Lord Yellow Mountain heave a sigh of relief. It turned into a wisp of white smoke and subtly merged with the Divine Effigy of the Mountain God.
Mo Hua erased the Warm Fire Formation on the ground and, using the Water Passing Step, walked vertically up the wall to perch on the beams, hiding behind a massive but broken beam. He then cast the Concealment Technique to hide himself well.
Soon, faint footsteps could be heard outside the temple.
Even though they kept their footsteps low, in the quiet mountain night, and especially to Mo Hua’s senses, they were still distinctly audible.
Two unfamiliar Cultivators hid outside the temple door, looking into the temple and cautiously releasing their Divine Sense to scan around. Only after ensuring there was no one did they relax their guard and spoke to someone behind:
“Big brother, there’s no one in the temple…”
Voices followed one after another.
“It’s too late, and the road here is terribly difficult to navigate…”
“We’ve been tired for days…”
“Let’s rest in the temple for a while…”
“May the Mountain God bless us…”
“Our heads are on our own shoulders, our lives are in our own hands. What blessing can a Mountain God give!”