"Master, what exactly did you teach my elder brothers and sister?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.
He was indeed very curious.
Mr. Zhuang looked thoughtful and instead of answering, he posed a question:
"You... Why didn't you ask me before?"
Mo Hua honestly replied, "Master is far-sighted and strategic, and naturally you have your own plans. If something is meant to be shared, you would surely tell me. If you do not speak of it, it's obviously better that I remain unaware..."
Mr. Zhuang was momentarily taken aback, then warmth surfaced in his heart, like a spring stream warmed by sunlight, gently flowing through his thoughts.
His gaze was tender as he softly asked Mo Hua:
"Don't you feel that I favor your brothers and sister over you?"
Mo Hua shook his head, "Master has already been very good to me!"
Everything that should have been taught, could have been taught, and even some material that was beyond the syllabus and shouldn't have been taught had been imparted to him.
He often asked the most questions.
And Master never grew tired, always answering with the utmost detail.
Normally, his brothers and sister held more reverence towards Master.
While Master treated him with more closeness.
Upon reflection, Mo Hua felt that Master still favored him a bit more.
Mo Hua looked at Mr. Zhuang, his gaze clear and untainted, filled with the crystal-like trust and reliance of amber.
Mr. Zhuang's eyes were moist, and the feelings in his heart were hard to articulate.
He took a deep breath, his expression earnest as he said:
"Mo Hua, you must remember the next words very carefully, but do not mention them to anyone else."
Mo Hua's heart tensed, and he nodded seriously.
Mr. Zhuang gestured with his hands and lightly swept them aside.
There was no visible change around them.
But Mo Hua faintly felt that within the confines of this dwelling, an area of several feet seemed to have been isolated.
Isolated from sound as well as from cause and effect.
Mr. Zhuang said solemnly:
"Gui Tao's people..."
Mo Hua's expression changed and his pupils contracted.
Nothing happened around them.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Zhuang knew that Mo Hua had understood and continued:
"I've told you before, our lineage has a sect."
"Gui Tao's people, Zixi and Zisheng's mother, and I, all come from the same sect, we are fellow Taoist brothers and sisters."
"Now, you, Zisheng, and Zixi are also disciples of this sect."
"This sect has an ancient heritage."
"I am the forty-ninth Sect Leader of this sect."
"But I can't tell you the name of this sect, nor must you know it."
"The teachings of this sect are numerous, and among them, the most important and orthodox, which is reserved only for the direct line of the Sect Leader, is a type of Formation Flow. It is the same legacy that I have taught your elder brothers and sister..."
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