He didn’t dare to truly strike at the child…
Moreover, if the child were so simple, Gui Tao’s people wouldn’t have made special efforts to implant the Demon Seed in his Taoist Heart, creating distractions and killing a child in his early teens…
True Man Bai was right; Gui Tao’s actions always had intent.
There must be some mystery involved.
True Man Situ furrowed his brows, glanced at Mo Hua again, and sighed helplessly:
“This child has a deeply planted Demon Thought, but from the looks of it, he hasn’t gone mad, nor has he completely lost his mind. And being at Qi Refinement, his cultivation is limited; even if he goes mad, he can’t kill anyone…”
“In my opinion, we should confine the child for now and observe the situation…”
If it really came down to it, the Demon Thought would have to be nipped in the bud…
True Man Situ didn’t say this outright, but everyone understood what he implied.
Bai Qiancheng’s gaze hardened slightly as she said, “Then let’s follow Senior Situ’s advice.”
She indeed had no solution for Planting Devil in Taoist Heart and could only think of dragging things out for now.
Hopefully, Mo Hua, being a fortunate child, would turn the bad into good…
Since True Man Situ’s Qiankun Clear Light Lamp was now being used as a lamp, Bai Qiancheng summoned the Brocade Mountain and River Umbrella, enveloping Mo Hua inside to isolate his aura.
It was to prevent Mo Hua from going mad and his Demon Thought from spilling out.
It was also to protect Mo Hua.
Around Mo Hua, True Man Situ drew the Mystery God-Deifying Formation from Mystery Valley, trapping Mo Hua and Gui Tao’s Demon Seed firmly within, to prevent any untoward incident.
“Zisheng, Zixi, you go back first…” Bai Qiancheng said softly.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both shook their heads.
They wanted to stay here, guarding their junior brother!
They had promised their mentor to take good care of him!
Bai Qiancheng had no choice but to remain with the two children, standing guard in front of Mo Hua.
“Junior brother…”
Bai Zixi looked at Mo Hua’s pitch-black pupils, felt a pang in her heart, tightly pursed her lips, and her face turned pale.
…
Mo Hua was confined under the Brocade Mountain and River Umbrella, quiet and still, not making any trouble.
Surrounded by the Mystery God-Deifying Formation, his Qi was cut off. His pupils were pitch-black, his expression slightly vacant, seemingly oblivious to everything.
Yet inside his Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
He sensed a tremendous terror.
A powerful, pitch-black, bizarre, grey shadow, like swirling ink, suddenly appeared within his Sea of Consciousness.
Soon after, a void and distorted figure gradually emerged.
His features were unfamiliar, hazy, carrying vague afterimages.
But his aura was unmistakably familiar.
Mo Hua knew without looking.