Mr. Zhuang shook his head, saying helplessly:
"I really don't know about that..."
Mr. Zhuang's thoughts stirred, and suddenly his brow furrowed.
The real inheritance...
Perhaps back in those days, the ancestor of his sect sought this inheritance, "took advantage of a crisis," and out of gratitude and scheming, came to this arrangement with the Five Elements Sect?
Mr. Zhuang fell into deep thought...
Old Kui raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mr. Zhuang, asking, "Didn't you notice back then?"
Mr. Zhuang hesitated, "This... everyone makes mistakes, it's unavoidable,"
Old Kui looked on with some disdain.
Mr. Zhuang coughed, "Also, the ancestors of the Five Elements Sect were too crafty. I was young at the time; not noticing is excusable..."
"Mo Hua did notice." Old Kui stated flatly.
Mr. Zhuang was taken aback again, then quickly adjusted his thoughts, and affirmed with conviction:
"Mo Hua is my direct disciple. If he noticed, it's as good as if I had noticed!"
Old Kui's tone was indifferent, "You've got a thick skin."
Mr. Zhuang remained unfazed, sipping his tea and appearing nonchalant.
But as he drank, Old Kui's words still seeded a trace of doubt in him.
Mo Hua had noticed...
Was it really because the boy was exceptionally talented, had a good nature, and fortunate opportunities...
Or was it because there was a destiny predetermined by the heavens?
Mr. Zhuang sighed softly, his gaze uncertain.
...
Meanwhile, Mo Hua, after breaking the Shrine's door, left the Shrine in the blink of an eye and returned to his own Sea of Consciousness.
As expected, at this moment, the Little Five Elements Ghost was occupying his Sea of Consciousness.
Mo Hua did not startle the snake in the grass but instead, concealed his presence and stealthily approached behind it to see what it was actually doing.
The Little Five Elements Ghost squatted on the ground, drawing some complex patterns while its expression changed unpredictably, at times happy, at times furious, constantly muttering:
Sometimes complaining, sometimes cursing, sometimes scheming...
"...Why hasn't he awakened yet?"
"It can't be by 1 p.m.; I need to escape sooner..."
"I've been trapped for hundreds of years; I don't want to go back to that godforsaken Taoist Field ever again in my life..."