"These past few days, following those siblings, what have you discovered?"
Sun Ze said helplessly, "Those two are exceptionally talented and knowledgeable with outstanding appearances, and both are very astute. No matter how indirectly I probe, I can’t figure out their identities..."
"However, if they were truly Noble Family Descendants, in a Second-Grade Prefecture Border, there must be Foundation Building cultivators accompanying them."
"If there are no Foundation Building cultivators with them, it means they are not Noble Family Descendants, and even if they are, they can only be destitute Noble Family Descendants..."
"A fallen phoenix is not a threat," he continued.
Sun Ze then asked, "Father, have you figured out who among them is at Foundation Establishment? And whose was the Divine Sense you sensed that day?"
Sun Yi’s brows knitted even tighter.
These past few days, despite careful observation, he still hadn’t found the source of that Divine Sense.
The Cultivator with the surname Zhuang had never used Divine Sense.
The old servant named Old Kui seemed as insensible as wood.
Those two Noble Family Descendants, full of Blood Qi and Spiritual Power, already at the Qi Refining Ninth Level, had strong Divine Sense, but not strong enough to rival Foundation Building.
As for that kid who ran to the Spirit Field every day, he was so young that Sun Yi didn’t even bother to give him a second glance...
"Could it be that I was mistaken?"
"Or perhaps, this Divine Sense came from another Cultivator, unrelated to this group?"
Sun Yi was racking his brains.
Sun Ze glanced at his father indifferently, criticizing him internally, but dared not voice anything. He then changed the subject with a slightly stirred gaze,
"So, what should we do next?"
Sun Yi frowned, pondered for a long while, and then said,
"Let’s wait and see, clarify the full picture before making a move..."
"If they really have substantial backing, we still should treat them courteously."
"If it’s just mere pretense, without even a Foundation Building among them, then let’s show them that our Sun Family’s meal is not so easy to feast on."
Sun Yi spoke more quietly,
"After all, we’re far from Shangtai City and unless anything major happens, the Taoist Court won’t interfere."
"By then I’ll be the knife and they will be the fish on the cutting board."
Sun Yi’s eyes flashed with a chilling glint.
"And that kid?" Sun Ze asked again, "He runs to the Spirit Fields for no reason and keeps Drawing Formations for those rustic peasants, causing a lot of trouble."
"Daring to cut off the Sun Family’s fortune..."
Sun Yi sneered coldly, "Keep an eye on him, see if he understands how things work. If he’s sensible, we won’t make it hard for him, but if he’s not..."
Sun Yi’s gaze turned frosty, "Then teach him to be sensible."
"What about his master?"
"It doesn’t matter," Sun Yi said indifferently, "If he meddles in the affairs of our Sun Family, we are the ones in the right."
"We can also take this opportunity to probe their depths."
Sun Yi’s expression was meaningful.
Sun Ze let out a sinister smile, "Father, I understand."
...
Mo Hua still went to the Spirit Fields whenever he had the chance.
His feelings were becoming clearer and clearer.
The Ultimate Formation was hidden within the Spirit Fields.
But where exactly, he still had no clue.
Even with Divine Sense Calculation, he couldn’t pinpoint its exact location.
Mo Hua sighed in his heart:
"It seems I still need to practice the Calculation Method more; if only I could calculate the location of the Formation just by thinking about it like Master, it wouldn’t be this troublesome."
Ding Miao followed Mo Hua around like a little shadow.
Mo Hua went down to the fields, he followed; Mo Hua observed the Spirit Rice, he widened his eyes and watched too; Mo Hua began Drawing Formation Patterns, he grabbed clumps of grass and tried to imitate by drawing on the ground.
Of course, he was doodling ineffectively, unable to comprehend, often moving from trying to Draw Formations to drawing buffaloes and chickens.
Mo Hua asked him some questions.
He would answer with his immature voice.
He didn’t understand complicated matters, nor was he aware of past events, but he was clear on some things he had witnessed in the fields.
Mo Hua would also offer him pastries to eat.
Ding Miao would symbolically refuse a few times but ultimately couldn’t resist, crisply saying, "Thank you, brother!"