Never mind...
Mr. Hui looked at Mo Hua and asked: "This burial gate, can you open it?"
Mo Hua confidently said: "Naturally."
"Good..." Mr. Hui had just nodded when a Golden Core cultivator with a sharp face and the nickname "Mouse" approached him and whispered something in his ear.
Mr. Hui’s expression tensed, and he nodded.
Mouse walked up to Mo Hua and snatched Mr. Pi’s storage bag from him.
In front of Mo Hua, Mouse’s eyes gleamed with greed as he turned the storage bag inside out, but he seemed not to find what he was looking for. His face turned vicious, looking at Mo Hua:
"Kid, where’s that thing?"
Mo Hua looked puzzled, "What thing?"
"That... Mo..."
Mouse held back, swallowing his words.
"What?" Mo Hua asked.
Mouse’s gaze became more venomous, "It must be you, who took that thing. Hand over your storage bag and let me check it."
Mo Hua was defiant, "Why should you search my storage bag?"
Mouse sneered, and then disregarding Mo Hua’s opposition, directly snatched his storage bag.
Most contents in Mo Hua’s storage bag were Formation Diagrams and Formation Books.
Mouse couldn’t understand them at all.
Besides, there were some Pills, Spirit Stones, and some small gifts from others.
Mouse rummaged through and couldn’t find what he desired, hence he looked towards Mr. Hui.
Mr. Hui frowned, glanced at the four black-robed cultivators nearby, showing caution, then said:
"Forget it, business is important, we’ll talk about that thing later."
Mouse had no choice but to relent.
Mo Hua then said: "Return my storage bag."
Mouse sneered and returned the storage bag to Mo Hua, but before doing so, he withheld the Spirit Stones and some valuable spiritual objects from it.
On the surface, Mo Hua looked "angry yet silent," already viewing Mouse as a dead person in his heart.
Mr. Hui took out a pot of wine, walked to Mr. Pi’s corpse, and poured the wine on the ground, chanting:
"Life and death are destined, Mr. Pi, rest in peace."
Mr. Hui’s voice was low.
But in this trade, emotions were indifferent, and no genuine friendship existed.
Alive, everyone drank and ate meat, dead, less one person to work, less one person to share Spirit Stones.
At most, there might be a bit of mourning, but nothing too sentimental.
After Mr. Pi’s mourning, the matter was put aside, and Mr. Hui turned to Mo Hua: "Open the burial gate. If you can open it, we’ll ensure you survive. But if you can’t, you’ll have to accompany Mr. Pi."
A helpful Formation Master is a good Formation Master.
If you can’t help, you’re just a dead person.
Thus, under the gaze of everyone, Mo Hua approached the burial gate, attempting to decipher the formation on it.
But the formation on the burial gate was unfamiliar Earth Formation, and Mo Hua, after looking for a moment, still couldn’t move. After a while, he reached out to Mr. Hui:
"Give me Mr. Pi’s storage bag."
Mr. Hui’s gaze narrowed, "Why do you need the storage bag?"
"I want to check the Formation Diagram."
"Check the Formation Diagram?"
"Yes," Mo Hua nodded, "Some formations I’m unfamiliar with, need to learn."
Mr. Hui felt a pulse on his forehead, stunned: "What... you’re learning it now?"
After all this, was this kid bluffing?
He didn’t know the formation on the burial gate at all!
Mo Hua justified himself, "Otherwise? Who is born knowing everything? If you don’t know, you must learn!"
Mr. Hui was speechless, he pointed at Mouse and said, "Give him the storage bag, let him learn."
Mouse’s eyes flickered, a little reluctant, but due to the circumstances, he still passed the storage bag to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua took Mr. Pi’s storage bag, retrieved some Formation Books and Diagrams from it, and started flipping through them in front of everyone.
Mr. Hui and the others just watched Mo Hua without saying anything.
But Mo Hua knew, if he could break the Earth Formation and open the burial gate, it’d be fine. Otherwise, they’d be the first to kill him.