220 Luo Mansion_1
The disciple was five or six years older than Mo Hua, with an extraordinary appearance and courteous manners. He hurried over, respectfully saluted Mo Hua, and then invited him inside.
Following the disciple, Mo Hua made his way through the crowd towards the Luo Mansion. Just as he stepped over the threshold, Master Luo himself came out to welcome him.
Mo Hua saluted and said, “Master Luo, happy new year!”
Master Luo personally returned the salute, his face beaming as he said, “Happy new year, young friend. Please, come inside.”
After speaking, he led the way inside, ushering Mo Hua in.
The noisy clamor outside suddenly quieted down a lot, and a group of cultivators blinked, exchanging glances.
“Was that Master Luo just now?”
“Seems like it…”
“Why is he so polite to a child?”
“Don’t you know? It’s said that the child is also a first-grade Formation Master…”
“That’s utter bullshit. How old is he? A first-grade Formation Master?”
“Why are you cursing at someone?”
“If someone’s talking nonsense, why can’t I curse?”
“Exactly, that kid’s status is probably not ordinary. He could even be some big clan’s illegitimate child…”
“What nonsense. Look at the clothes he’s wearing; he’s clearly a common Loose Cultivator…”
The crowd debated noisily, the argument showing no sign of stopping.
Master Luo’s disciple shouted, “Silence, everyone!”
Only then did the group of cultivators close their mouths, keeping their questions to themselves for the time being.
Mo Hua entered Master Luo’s abode and found that there were already quite a few people inside, many of them Formation Masters.
These Formation Masters greeted Mo Hua amicably, and even if a few were not entirely convinced, they didn’t dare to make it too obvious.
In the crowd, there was also a Formation Master wearing a silver-white Taoist robe.
Master Luo introduced him, “This is Master Qian.”
Mo Hua had already guessed as much, but although Master Qian was from the Qian Family, he had no direct conflict with him, and since he had brought gifts, Mo Hua did not take it to heart.
“Hello, Master Qian.” Mo Hua still politely greeted him.
Master Qian clearly paused, looking quite surprised, as if he hadn’t expected Mo Hua to greet him first. After a moment, he also returned the greeting, “Mo…”
Master Qian hesitated, finding it a bit difficult.
Logically, since Mo Hua had the strength of a first-grade Formation Master, he should be addressed as “Master Mo,” but considering his young age, it seemed inappropriate to call him “Master.”
To not address him as “Master” seemed disrespectful.
After all, according to Master Luo, Mo Hua’s expertise in formations surpassed even his own.
“Just call me Mo Hua,” Mo Hua said.
He wasn’t particularly concerned about these titles.
Master Qian hesitated for a long time before finally, after much thought, calling him “Little Gentleman Mo.”
It was respectful without making Mo Hua sound too “old.”
Mo Hua nodded, feeling that it was quite suitable.
Master Qian sighed in relief.
Master Luo had told him that Mo Hua had a forgiving nature and was not one to hold grudges. He had his doubts but, upon meeting Mo Hua, finally set his mind at ease.
He was gracious and polite, treating people as if he were a gentle spring breeze.
Although young, he indeed possessed the demeanor of a Great Formation Master.
Afterward, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.
Master Luo invited everyone to appreciate some formations; some were obscure Formation Formations, some were ancient remnants, and others were exquisite artifacts with formations carved onto tiny fruit kernels.
Mo Hua’s eyes were opened wide in amazement.
The Formation on display was not considered rare, but the application on the Formation media was certainly ingenious and something Mo Hua had never considered.
Master Qian then brought out his treasured tea for everyone to taste together.
The tea leaves ranged from fresh and tender green to coiled like dragons, some embracing like snails, and others flat like leaves.
The brewed tea soup varied from fresh and tender to mellow and full-bodied, some sweet and bitter, others crisp and clear.
Although Mo Hua couldn’t discern what made it good, he also found the flavor to be quite nice.
Afterward, the conversation shifted to exchanges about Formation.
Master Luo put forth some insights, prompting everyone to discuss and discern their veracity.
The discussion was lively, but nobody spoke to Mo Hua.