“Is this how a Formation Master works?”
“Are Formations drawn like this?”
Yet Mo Hua, as if he had just done a trivial task, collected the remaining Spiritual Ink, waved his hand, and bid farewell,
“I’ll be taking my leave now.”
Master Gu nodded almost blankly, having even forgotten to see Mo Hua off.
Not until Mo Hua had walked a good distance did he come back to his senses.
Master Gu watched Mo Hua’s departing figure, frowning in thought,
“Just who is this young master…”
“His Formation technique… though incomprehensible, it’s quite shocking…”
“He behaves sincerely and evidently comes from a significant background…”
“I wonder if it’s possible…”
Master Gu looked up at the Artifact Refiners and apprentices around him, inhaling deeply with a sigh.
“I have to give these people following me something to aspire to…”
“I can’t let them waste away with me in this desolate and remote Solitary Mountain City…”
…
It was getting dark.
Mo Hua sat alone in the carriage, embarking on the road to leave Solitary Mountain City.
He had to travel through the night.
With such a short period of leave, he still had to visit Lord Yellow Mountain, so there was no time to rest.
After all, traveling at night was generally safe since it followed a main road.
In case of danger, the cover of night would provide him with greater security.
Something about Solitary Mountain City struck Mo Hua as odd.
Why should an Immortal City of Third Grade have so few Golden Core Cultivators? And why did it seem so desolate?
But with his rushed schedule, he hadn’t had time to inquire deeply—perhaps he could find out more next time.
For now, he needed to press on.
So Mo Hua took a detour along the main road, heading toward the dilapidated temple on Kushan Mountain where Lord Yellow Mountain resided.
The night was deep, the mountains obscure.
It looked perilous, yet the journey was serene.
An hour more, and he would reach Kushan Mountain, where he could meet with Lord Yellow Mountain.
But as he was passing another Immortal City, Mo Hua suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened nearby…