Bai Zisheng said with a bit of bitterness:
"I don’t know, maybe we will just keep looking for Mr. Zhuang, until he is willing to accept us..."
That’s going to be tough, Mr. Zhuang is elusive like a dragon—seen in head but not the tail—and who knows where he might go.
They would have to travel over mountains and through rivers, braving the wind and the dew. Forget becoming his disciples, even finding Mr. Zhuang would be fraught with difficulties.
Mo Hua felt sympathy for them and harbored some dissatisfaction toward their mother and the Bai Family behind them.
Such a large clan, yet they didn’t handle their own affairs, instead relying on Zisheng and Zixi to find a master.
To leverage these two children to soften Mr. Zhuang’s heart.
It seems An Xiaofu was right; the bigger the family, the thinner the kinship.
Bai Zisheng thought for a moment, then suddenly asked Mo Hua:
"Mo Hua, do you think Mr. Zhuang would take you as his disciple?"
Mo Hua was startled, pondered for a moment, and shook his head, "You two have a history with the master, good family backgrounds, good talents. He’s not willing to take you, so why would he take me?"
Bai Zisheng murmured, "That’s not necessarily true..."
Mr. Zhuang treated Mo Hua much better than them...
If it weren’t for the fact that Mo Hua’s Spiritual Root was really poor, he would’ve suspected that Mo Hua was a blood-related descendant of Mr. Zhuang...
But the descendant of Mr. Zhuang couldn’t possibly have such poor Spiritual Roots!
Therefore, Mo Hua definitely had no blood relation to Mr. Zhuang.
Mo Hua stared at Bai Zisheng, like a displeased cat narrowing its eyes,
"Are you bad-mouthing me in your head?"
Bai Zisheng was startled, "You can know that too?"
Mo Hua snorted, "I learned it from Mr. Zhuang."
Every time he spoke ill of someone in his heart, Mr. Zhuang could tell what he was thinking, and over time, he learned to know when others were speaking ill of him too.
Bai Zisheng said helplessly, "What you’ve learned... what are all these things..."
"As long as it works!"
...
The two of them bickered a bit more.
Mo Hua happened to be restoring his Divine Sense, so chatting with Bai Zisheng was just the right rest he needed.
As they talked, Bai Zisheng suddenly bowed his head, his expression somewhat forlorn.
"What’s wrong?" Mo Hua asked.
Bai Zisheng glanced at the great pagoda tree, then at Tongxian City in the distance, and sighed,
"If the city is relocated, will all these be gone too...?"
Mr. Zhuang’s mountain residence would be gone, the great pagoda tree gone, the bamboo groves, the pond, and the fish in the pond... all gone.
The Cultivators of Tongxian City would be gone, the eateries, the bustling streets, the bright fireworks, and the dramas of demon fighting... all gone.
And after they had parted, he might never again taste the wine and meat delivered by Mo Hua, or savor the pastries personally made by Aunt Xue...
If they were to seek to become disciples of Mr. Zhuang, it would be a long and arduous journey.
If they returned to the Bai Family, it would be back to a dazzling but dull prison of still water.
The days spent in Tongxian City were the happiest days of his life so far.
If Tongxian City still stood, he could think about coming back for a visit.
But if it were gone, he would lose even a place for his thoughts to linger on...
The more Bai Zisheng thought, the more downcast he became.
In Bai Zixi’s bright, beautiful eyes, there was also deep desolation.
For a moment, Mo Hua was at a loss for words.
After thinking for a bit, he suddenly said with conviction, "That won’t happen!"
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were both taken aback, "What won’t happen?"
"Tongxian City won’t be gone!"
"But..."
Mo Hua stood up abruptly, "You’ll understand after a while!"
Having said that, he packed his things and dropped a line, "I’m going to find Mr. Zhuang," then ran off again like the wind.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, brother and sister, looked at each other in confusion, unsure what Mo Hua was planning to do.
Mo Hua went to Mr. Zhuang again, to consult about several problems on the Formation Pivot of the Large Formation, and then returned home to continue studying the Large Formation day and night.
The city’s relocation was still in the preparation phase.