Xun Ziyou nodded slowly.
The Chongxu Sect Elder extended his Divine Sense and swept it around.
But though they were Golden Core cultivators with powerful Divine Senses, they hadn’t undergone a quality change, lacked sharp perception, and had no expertise in formations or array techniques.
The sweep of Divine Sense revealed nothing but empty forest.
The Chongxu Sect Elder asked: "What’s strange about it?"
Xun Ziyou shook his head.
He hadn’t figured it out yet.
Xun Ziyou frowned deeply in thought, and all of a sudden remembered Mo Hua.
He recalled that earlier, Mo Hua had been staring at this forest for quite a while, his eyes gradually lighting up as if he’d discovered something.
Afterward, he’d taken a step toward the forest, hesitated briefly, then left without entering. Yet before he left, he’d turned back for one last look at the peculiar dense woods—a glance laden with meaning.
Xun Ziyou pondered this carefully, finding it hard to believe.
Could that kid, Mo Hua... have figured something out?
"How could that be possible?"
If even two Golden Core cultivators failed to notice anything, then how could a Foundation Establishment cultivator have seen through it?
Xun Ziyou frowned.
But if it was true...
If that kid Mo Hua really had uncovered something...
Then it meant the strange secret of this forest was tied to something Mo Hua was highly skilled in—something Xun Ziyou himself was less proficient at.
That meant... formations!
Had this dense forest been shrouded in a formation, rendering it capable of subtly blocking the Divine Sense of two Golden Core cultivators and serving as a hiding place for the monster cultivator?
What kind of formation could it be?
Xun Ziyou looked ahead, seeing no trace of an array, no hint of a pattern. The forest appeared utterly ordinary. His face showed confusion.
What kind of formation could it possibly be?
And how could Mo Hua, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, have noticed it?
He was Golden Core, after all.
He’d lived for over two hundred years, yet somehow he couldn’t discern it—while this teenager, not even twenty years old, managed to notice...
Xun Ziyou sighed deeply.
Geniuses were annoying.
Especially geniuses skilled in formations.
Array techniques were too obscure, their depths unfathomable.