Taking the lead? Holding up the show? Saving face?
Mo Hua was stunned.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi also looked at each other in dismay.
Mo Hua asked, "Master, what should I do?"
"It's simple," Mr. Zhuang said with a light smile, "you just go and compete with them. If you win, you'll get to learn the Five Elements Spirit Formation."
"Compete in First-grade Formation Methods?"
"First-grade."
Mo Hua's eyes lit up.
When it came to First-grade Formation Methods, he feared no one, of course, besides Mr. Zhuang.
But he would not be careless.
Mo Hua frowned and said, "Master, what if the Five Elements Sect plays dirty and I lose?"
It actually didn't matter much if he lost himself.
Personal victory or defeat was trivial.
The Five Element Ultimate Formation, though important, was something he would learn sooner or later.
The key issue was, if he lost, he would lose face for his master.
His master's prestige was the big deal!
Mo Hua's expression became somewhat serious.
Mr. Zhuang felt a hint of warmth in his heart, then raised an eyebrow and said:
"Don't worry. As my disciple, what do they have to win against you?"
This statement was somewhat subtle, but Mo Hua actually felt it made a lot of sense, and he couldn't help but nod his head. Still, he looked somewhat apprehensive.
Mr. Zhuang's gaze shifted, and he continued:
"Do you still remember the words I told you at the beginning?"
Mo Hua was a bit puzzled, unsure which words Mr. Zhuang was referring to.
Mr. Zhuang feigned regret as he sighed:
"Back then, when I went to the Five Elements Sect, I wanted to learn that Ultimate Formation, but for various reasons, I didn't manage to learn it, and accordingly, they looked down on me and I lost a lot of face..."
"This old score, I can no longer settle."
"Now, I'm counting on you to reclaim this stage for your master..."
Looked down upon, lost face?
Mo Hua's little face tensed up, and she immediately bristled with fighting spirit, saying:
"Master, rest assured! I will certainly reclaim this stage for you and crush them into utter defeat!"
"And then I'll learn their Sect-Protecting Ultimate Technique and drive them crazy with grief!"
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but smile proudly, "Good, leave them in utter defeat, and drive them crazy with grief!"
Old Kui, outside the door, shook his head upon hearing this.
Despite his age, he's still as puerile and competitive as a child.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then asked, "Master, should I show them any mercy?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Not only should you not, but you should also be more arrogant."
"Arrogant?"
"Right," Mr. Zhuang said, "use that set of pretentious skills I taught you."
"Pretentious?"
Mo Hua had somewhat forgotten.
Mr. Zhuang demonstrated for Mo Hua once more.
He let go of his gentle demeanor, his brows and eyes becoming sharp, his expression turning indifferent, proudly holding his head high, like an ancient sword sealed and undisturbed, with an air of grandeur, as if he were an Azure Dragon looking down upon the world.
His grace and demeanor made others dare not look directly at him.
Mr. Zhuang quickly concealed his demeanor again, his expression becoming gentle once more, "Remember now?"
"Uh-huh."
Mo Hua's eyes shone, and then he too imitated the posture.
He held his head high, hands on his hips, with a nobody-in-my-eyes look on his tender little face.
Except he didn't resemble a dragon, but rather a fierce Little Tiger.
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but pet Mo Hua's head and said:
"It lacks a bit of style, but it's passable for now. You'll need to practice more in the future."