Aside, Mr. Zhuang complained to him, "Why teach him such a thing?"
"If he can learn, why shouldn't I teach him?"
"You're teaching him even though he doesn't know what this is?"
Old Kui didn't speak for a while but finally said quietly:
"I'm afraid if I don't teach him now, I won't have the chance later..."
Old Kui turned his head to look at Mr. Zhuang again, "Don't you think the same?"
Mr. Zhuang paused at these words, staying silent for a long time before letting out a helpless sigh.
...
Yet Mo Hua's expression was exhilarated.
Such a powerful Fireball Technique!
This power completely exceeded his understanding.
Eager to try it himself, Mo Hua immediately attempted to reproduce it but found that he couldn't do it at all.
The principle seemed simple: Spiritual Power was like cotton, first condensing Spiritual Power into fine threads, then weaving those threads into a ball...
But in reality, it was not the case.
Mo Hua's Divine Sense was already very strong, at the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment with Thirteen Stripes, having cultivated the Heaven Yan Jue and learned the Spiritual Pivot Formation; even his control over Spiritual Power was not weak.
However, even with such strong Divine Sense and such intricate control, he couldn't even turn Spiritual Power into a thin thread.
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised, somewhat disappointed.
But after thinking about it, he felt it was normal.
If a spell of such great power could be learned so easily, that would truly be daydreaming.
Mo Hua imprinted every detail of Old Kui's spellcasting completely in his mind.
Whenever he had free time, he pondered over it, hoping that one day he too could wield a Fireball Technique with such terrifying power...
Mo Hua looked forward with expectation.
Whether it was Formation or Spell.
There was still so much he had to learn.
As long as he continued to study, one day he would be able to integrate everything, master profound Formations, and control powerful Spells.
...
The rest of the journey passed mostly without incident.
Even though they traveled day and night, enduring wind and dew, it was not too harsh.
Mo Hua used what was available locally, making a variety of meals; his culinary skills improved daily, and the food he made became more and more delicious.
The carriage moved leisurely along.
Mr. Zhuang rested on the carriage, while Mo Hua and the other three gathered around a small table, either Drawing Formation, reading books, or doing various Tao Cultivation exercises.
Occasionally, during a rest, when they had ample time, Mo Hua would play a few games of chess with Old Kui.