Even for a moment, he felt as if Mo Hua had not only infiltrated the Corpse Walking Stronghold but even entered his secret chamber, currently hidden somewhere, silently observing him.
Zhang Quan broke out in a cold sweat, shaking his head repeatedly.
Impossible!
No matter how cunning that kid was, he couldn't possibly be that outrageous.
At most, he might have reached the outskirts of the stronghold…
Or perhaps, he only knew the general location and hadn't had the time to follow...
At this moment, Zhang Quan both hoped that the corpse cultivators would find traces of Mo Hua and hoped they wouldn't.
Soon, a subordinate came to report, "Householder, there are traces."
Zhang Quan was startled, "What kind of traces?"
"The Formation seems to have been tampered with."
"Formation?!"
Zhang Quan suddenly widened his eyes.
That kid, indeed knew about Formations!
"Quick, take me to see."
Zhang Quan followed the corpse cultivator out the door.
Mo Hua, hiding above a beam, touched his chin and pondered, "Where have I left any traces?"
Mo Hua remembered his actions had been quite clean this time.
Curious, he quietly followed to see for himself where he had slipped up so that he could pay attention to it next time, fix the oversight, and improve his technique.
A noisy group from Corpse Walking Stronghold was searching for Mo Hua.
And Mo Hua was following not far behind Zhang Quan, stepping on the rooftops of Corpse Walking Stronghold, all the way to a wall.
There were indeed traces of alteration on the wall's Formation.
Mo Hua looked at it and came to a realization.
He had indeed solved the Formation Patterns here and had redrawn some, but he had been somewhat careless, omitting a few Patterns. It wouldn't be noticeable ordinarily, but upon closer inspection, it gave him away.
Mo Hua took this to heart.
Formation work is precise; even the simplest Formation must be done meticulously and cannot be treated carelessly.
Mo Hua understood, but Zhang Quan did not.
He frowned and said, "This… what's been tampered with?"
The corpse cultivators looked at each other.
How could they know?
They were corpse cultivators, adepts in Corpse Refinement, not in Formation Painting…
Zhang Quan cursed, "A bunch of good-for-nothings! Call Mr. Yan to have a look."
After a while, someone brought Instructor Yan over.
Instructor Yan glanced at it and asked indifferently, "What's wrong with this Formation?"
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Zhang Quan asked, "Has someone tampered with it?"
Instructor Yan nodded, "I saw that this Formation was old, so I reinforced it."
Zhang Quan frowned, "You drew it?"
"Yes," Instructor Yan nodded, then said, puzzled:
"Is there a problem with this Formation?"
This question stumped Zhang Quan.
If he knew what was wrong with this Formation, he wouldn't have asked Instructor Yan.
But his instincts still told him that there was something strange about this Formation.
At that moment, a corpse cultivator suddenly said, "If you claim it's for reinforcement, why is this wall so easily damaged?"
After speaking, he struck the wall with a slash, and an obvious cut appeared.
This was because Mo Hua had solved the Formation; the original Formation was no longer effective, and the wall, without the Formation's reinforcement, was easily marked.
Instructor Yan wasn't flustered at all, but just glanced at the corpse cultivator lightly, "How can it take effect if I haven't finished drawing?"
The corpse cultivator was taken aback.
Instructor Yan then pointed at the cut on the wall and said, "Later, you fix this wall. Make it look exactly how it was before the slash, otherwise, I won't be able to draw the Formation."
The corpse cultivator, awkward and not knowing what to say.
Zhang Quan glared fiercely at the corpse cultivator and said to Instructor Yan with a clasped fist: