The others looked on, somewhat stupefied.
How had they established a relationship so quickly without many words spoken...?
He entered as "Leader Yang," and in less than the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, he became "Uncle Yang"...
The normally right-angled and stern-faced Yang Jiashan was now all smiles, as if basking in the spring breeze.
The incongruence was as stark as could be.
Just who was this young cultivator?
The others whispered to each other.
Then Yang Jiashan said to Mo Hua: "You go rest with your older brother and sister first; we still have matters to discuss here..."
Mo Hua nodded, "All right, then I won't disturb you any further, Uncle Yang."
Yang Jiashan gave a slight nod.
Mo Hua bowed and took his leave.
Yang Jiashan watched Mo Hua leave with a kind expression, then turned back, his face becoming serious again as he said to the people:
"Let's continue..."
A deputy commander-like Taoist Soldier continued the earlier discussion:
"...The zombies are being refined in greater numbers, and we are understaffed. We can't sustain this attrition, we need to find a way to break the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses..."
"Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses?"
Just as he reached the doorway, Mo Hua's ears perked up, hearing these words and momentarily froze.
The deputy commander had lowered his voice, but due to Mo Hua's peak Thirteen Stripes Divine Sense, even though the voice wasn't loud, he still overheard it.
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, then turned back and asked:
"Uncle Yang, are you discussing the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses?"
Yang Jiashan's expression was one of astonishment as he asked:
"Young friend, do you know about the 'Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses'?"
Mo Hua nodded his head.
Yang Jiashan was taken aback, then he remembered that Mo Hua was the one who sent out the intelligence, so it wasn't odd that he knew about the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses.
"So, are you familiar with this Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses?"
Yang Jiashan asked with a glint of hope in his eyes, anticipating an affirmative answer.
Mo Hua hesitated slightly, then slowly said:
"I'm fairly... familiar with it."
How could he say that the central Formation eye of the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses was crafted by him...