Yet Mo Hua, sneaking off to some hidden corner, managed to draw it out?
Xun Ziyou’s heart trembled intensely; he wanted to verify if it was indeed true but suddenly saw Mo Hua flinch and turn around.
A pair of clear and profound eyes stared in his direction.
Even Xun Ziyou, a Late Golden Core cultivator and an Inner Sect Elder of the Taixu Gate, felt his heart pound in fear at Mo Hua’s sudden motion.
It felt like being caught red-handed while snooping.
Fortunately, his cultivation foundation was strong, his Third Grade Spiritual Artifact formidable, and his Twenty-Eight Patterns Divine Sense deep; he managed to avoid being detected by Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s bright, clear eyes swept past his presence, then cautiously scanned the area before furrowing his brow and muttering to himself:
"That’s strange..."
"Was someone spying on me just now?"
He could unmistakably sense a surge of intense emotional fluctuation.
It seemed as though someone was in great "shock."
Mo Hua expanded his Divine Sense to examine his surroundings, but the forest remained as tranquil as ever, empty and undisturbed.
Was it a high-ranked cultivator spying?
Lower-ranked and peer-level cultivators lacked Divine Sense capable of surpassing his own, and thus couldn’t evade his detection.
Anyone capable of eluding him must have cultivation realms vastly superior to his own.
But a truly high-ranking cultivator wouldn’t stoop so low as to spy on a little cultivator like him, right?
Moreover, he hadn’t detected any discernible malice.
A mistake?
Mo Hua frowned but eventually chose to ignore it.
Priorities first.
He continued to derive insights from the Broken Gold Sword Qi, stripping away its external form, unraveling its sword logic, reconstructing the authentic Broken Gold Sword Array.
One stroke at a time, he recorded it onto the Formation Paper in front of him.
Xun Ziyou’s eyes trembled with astonishment, but he didn’t dare let his emotions show too strongly; he carefully, silently retreated until he was far away from Mo Hua, then exhaled long and deeply.
Xun Ziyou glanced again at Mo Hua’s dedicated silhouette in the distance, his gaze solemn, his eyes still carrying indescribable lingering fear.
To derive a Sword Array from Sword Qi?
How is this even possible?
Just what kind of little monster is this child?
This couldn’t possibly have been taught by the ancestor, could it...
Xun Ziyou’s heart churned uncontrollably.
After nearly an hour, Mo Hua finally felt he was almost done.