Of course, he took the time to ask about some other issues that really bothered him, such as:
"Is your Divine Sense really at the peak of Nineteen Patterns?"
"Did you really surpass the Four Great Sects during the Foundation Building Middle Stage and win the Formation Leader?"
"Are you really the biological grandson of the Taixu Ancestor?"
"Are you the illegitimate child of the Taixu Sect Master?"
"I heard you used the Fireball Technique to blow up the head of the first beauty of the Purple Mist Sect?"
...
Mo Hua answered most questions truthfully.
For instance, he really was the Formation Leader.
He truly used "hard strength" to overshadow the Four Great Sects, winning the Formation Competition first place without favoritism or manipulation.
Also, he was not the illegitimate child of the Taixu Sect Master.
Not the biological grandson of the Taixu Ancestor.
Moreover, it was not his intention to use the Fireball Technique to blow up the head of the Purple Mist Sect's first beauty.
He was focused on the Sword Discussion, completely absent-minded, and truly did not recognize her.
He wasn't trying to use his coldness to attract the fairy's attention either...
Of course, Mo Hua did tell a little lie on some questions.
For instance, his Divine Sense was not at the peak of Nineteen Patterns but was already the Divine Thought of the Twenty Patterns Golden Core Realm.
But such a thing was a bit startlingly unconventional. Plus, the ancestor repeatedly warned him, so Mo Hua didn't want to reveal it.
...
The two chatted like this, both like old acquaintances and good friends, until the sunset, the evening glow faded, and night fell. Tiny lights lit up in Taixu Mountain, ethereal and bright, like a celestial realm above.
Zhang Lan rose to take his leave.
Mo Hua urged him to stay.
Zhang Lan shook his head: "If I return late, the Chief Elder will blame me. Besides, you need to focus on the Sword Discussion, without disturbances."
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Uncle Zhang spoke the truth.
The Sword Discussion was indeed busy.
Especially given his special identity and all his trump cards. If exposed to everyone's view, he would inevitably be targeted, requiring him to spend considerable time to devise strategies and make plans beforehand.
Only in this way could he win match after match.
"Then Uncle Zhang, will you stay in the Qian Learning State Boundary for a while?"
"Yes," Zhang Lan nodded, "until the Sword Discussion is over."
Mo Hua smiled, "Great, after the Sword Discussion, I'll treat you to drinks and meat."
Zhang Lan also smiled and nodded, saying, "Alright."
The night deepened as Zhang Lan departed, and Mo Hua walked him to the mountain gate of Taixu Mountain.
Before parting, Zhang Lan suddenly thought of something and said, "Mo Hua, be careful…"
Mo Hua paused, a bit confused, "Be careful of what?"
Zhang Lan hesitated for a moment and asked, "In the Sword Discussion… do you like using low-level spells…"
Mo Hua nodded with a matter-of-fact expression, "I only know low-level spells, so of course, I can only use low-level spells."
"Then using the Fireball Technique to finish off…"
"It's time-saving and efficient, quick and convenient."
"And your Concealment Technique…"
"They want to kill me, so of course, I have to use the Concealment Technique to flee. Otherwise, wouldn't I be killed?"
"Using Concealment Technique to play hide-and-seek…"
"Stalling for time, so Xiaoxiao and the others can have a chance to sweep all directions and allow us to win…"
Zhang Lan was taken aback.
Mo Hua's reasoning seemed indeed logical, but he was completely unaware of how much psychological trauma his "matter-of-course" behavior caused the disciples in the Sword Discussion.
Nor did he know how many spectators were infuriated to the point of spitting blood.
In the watching seats, voices of "crimes profound" against Mo Hua filled the air.
But for this matter, Zhang Lan for a moment didn't know what to say.
After a while, he sighed and thought:
Forget it, not being envied is mediocrity.