Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
At this point, he had to consider his options.
Falling out with the Lu Family was not a wise decision.
Leaving South Yue City would mean losing access to the Spiritual Pivot Formation.
Moreover, once he left, reentering would become troublesome.
After leaving, countless Mining Cultivators might die within the mines, and more Walking Corpses would likely arise;
On Jinhua Street, who knows how many tears would be shed amidst the paper-thin splendor...
After a moment of contemplation, Mo Hua nodded and said:
"I can agree to your request, but I have one condition."
Lu Chengyun's eyes brightened as he hastily responded, "Please speak, Gentleman Mo."
Mo Hua's gaze sharpened, revealing a fierce edge:
"I want that Formation! The one etched into the heart meridian of the Iron Corpse, the one that controls the Walking Corpses!"
Lu Chengyun was momentarily taken aback, then his smile grew even broader:
"Fine!"
Looking at Mo Hua, Lu Chengyun's eyes showed even greater appreciation:
"Fame and worldly profits are but passing clouds, and beautiful women are merely skins;"
"To a Formation Master, the Formation is the foundation of their existence and the Great Dao to immortality!"
"Gentleman Mo, capable of maintaining your Taoist Heart amidst worldly desires, it's no wonder you have achieved so much at such a young age..."
Lu Chengyun was generous with his praise.
Mo Hua pretended to be nonchalant.
Lu Chengyun said with a bow, "Please, Gentleman Mo!"
Mo Hua returned the gesture, "After you, Lu Family Head!"
Lu Chengyun was very pleased and led the way.
Mo Hua followed close behind him.
One moment, Mo Hua was considering wiping out the Lu Family, and the next, he transformed into a Junior Formation Master who was "helping the tyrant" and followed behind Lu Chengyun.