I couldn't leave for the time being.
Not to mention Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan, even the two Iron Corpses guarding the door were not opponents I could face head-on.
Moreover, when Mo Hua entered the room, he noticed that around the entrance, Expose Dust Formations were laid out.
In some special places, there were also Expose Shadow Formations.
The ink was fresh; it was clear they had been drawn not long before, specifically to guard against Mo Hua.
"When your trump card is known, it will be targeted..."
Mo Hua shook his head, somewhat helpless.
But as long as it was about Formations, it was no big deal.
Mo Hua didn't take this matter to heart.
It was already past 1 p.m.
Mo Hua pretended to lie down and sleep, but his Divine Sense sank into the Sea of Consciousness, practicing an incomplete Spiritual Pivot Formation on the Taoist Stele all night.
The next day he awoke, he went through his routine Qi Refinement.
"Make the best of it," he thought, not at all affected by external affairs or objects.
Someone brought food to Mo Hua's door.
Mo Hua ate when he should eat and drank when he should drink, not feeling constrained at all.
A few days passed like this, Lu Chengyun never sought Mo Hua, but Mo Hua was already feeling bored, so he went to find Lu Chengyun and asked,
"Family Head Lu, is there anything you need me to do?"
Lu Chengyun said with a smile,
"There's no rush. We'll need a few more days to prepare. The gentleman can rest for now."
Speaking of rest, it was more like a "gentle imprisonment."
Now that his secret was known, it was necessary to confine me, presumably to prevent me from causing trouble.
"All right," Mo Hua nodded.
Lu Chengyun added, "If the gentleman finds it dull, you can wander around a bit."
"Really?"
Lu Chengyun said with a smile, "Of course."
Since Lu Chengyun said so, Mo Hua certainly didn't stand on ceremony.
The next day, he left his room and casually beckoned to a passing Corpse cultivator, "Come here."
The Corpse cultivator came over and bowed, saying,
"Gentleman, what can I do for you?"
"Show me around."
The Corpse cultivator was taken aback but, remembering that Mo Hua was a respected guest of Lu Chengyun, didn't dare to neglect him.
So, the Corpse cultivator took Mo Hua around for a tour.
After the tour, Mo Hua realized that the place he was in was a massive Stone Palace, hewn from within a mine.
The numerous chambers were all part of this Stone Palace.
The Stone Palace was majestic, eerie but also rudimentary.
Most furnishings were related to Corpse Refinement.
At first, Mo Hua found it novel but after a few rounds, he found it dull.
The Stone Palace was newly constructed; there wasn't much to see.
Everywhere were monotonous chambers.
Or dim, gloomy Corpse cultivators, pitch-dark coffins, and sinister Zombies.
There were Formations, but they were not particularly clever.
In some areas, the stone doors were tightly sealed. It was clear they contained secrets, but they were off-limits and inquiring further was prohibited.
Mo Hua inwardly scoffed.
This Lu Chengyun put on a show of generosity but in fact kept a tight watch, afraid of leaking secrets.
It's like inviting someone to dine, saying "Help yourself," but only serving radishes and cabbages, without a drop of "oil."
After spending a few days in the Corpse Mine, Mo Hua began to feel familiar with it.
He even started to feel somewhat at ease.
Apart from not being able to probe secrets, everything else was not bad.
The Corpse cultivators dared not offend Mo Hua. They even tried to fulfill any of his requests, whether he wanted to eat, drink, study something, practice Formations or if he needed any ink, paper, or writing brushes.
In these past few days, Mo Hua hadn't seen Zhang Quan.