Expectation?
It was like waiting for “dishes to be served” at a feast…
Wenren Wei frowned and hesitated for a moment before bowing and saying,
“Then, I must trouble Young Master Mo.”
Afterwards, Wenren Wei went outside, his gaze steady and vigilant, keeping an eye on his surroundings. At the same time, he also sent out a thread of his Divine Sense, paying attention to Mo Hua.
He felt somewhat uneasy in his heart.
The matter with Young Master Yu was quite peculiar; he had only heard of it, but had never truly seen it.
And now, he had witnessed with his own eyes Young Master Yu having a nightmare, as if he were possessed by an Evil Monster.
However, even as he looked around and his Divine Sense swept over, he still couldn’t sense anything.
It was as if it were a karmic spiral, a matter of both reality and illusion.
With his Cultivation Realm, he couldn’t discern the slightest clue…
But he knew that this Young Master Mo with the surname Mo had indeed “seen” something just now.
What exactly was it that was so eerie and evil…
He, a Cultivator at the peak of the Late Golden Core Stage, couldn’t see it, but a little Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage could…
Wenren Wei’s gaze turned somber, his heart filled with confusion.
Just then, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.
Wenren Wei faintly sensed something, as if there was something very angry, malice that filled the sky, whipping up gusts of Evil Qi.
Then, a moment of dizziness.
That Young Master Mo with the surname Mo, his face paled, his expression shadowed, and he slowly closed his eyes.
It was as if he was using himself as a shield to protect Young Master Yu from some “Evil Qi”.
Wenren Wei’s heart shuddered, and his look toward Mo Hua was filled with a touch of respect.
Such a little child, to have such a noble quality of “self-sacrifice” was truly rare…
…
And within the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes.
The view was as usual.
Dark waters spread, malformed Demon Monsters, their gruesome smiling faces, bizarre and grotesque, like hell.
The Demon Monsters saw the incarnation of Mo Hua’s Divine Thought, so “young,” so “innocent,” and they all showed greedy expressions.
In their eyes, Mo Hua was just an “appetizer.”
But soon, Mo Hua let them know.
Exactly who was the “appetizer.”
Mo Hua gave a cold smile, his finger drew a line, like a heartless judge, a stroke of his iron brush, and he decided the fate of these Demon Monsters.
An imposing Formation appeared.
On the ground, the crimson Formation Patterns, complex and interwoven, flowed like lava.
The surrounding rocks and boulders morphed into a cage.
The Formation turned into a raging inferno, trapping, burning alive, and refining away the horde of Demon Monsters.
Then, Mo Hua opened his mouth slightly and swallowed these Demon Monsters whole.
After swallowing them, Mo Hua licked his lips, seeming unsatisfied, and then rummaged around for a while, his expression disappointed.
He saw the spreading dark water and the dense Demonic Qi and thought that there might be Sheep-Horned Enforcers or some other such creature inside.
He could have another drink of the golden Divine Thought “marrow.”
Unfortunately, there were none.
Only low-level Demon Monsters fit to fill his belly.
“I wonder when the Sheep-Horned Enforcer will come…”
Mo Hua shook his head, exited the Sea of Consciousness, and opened his eyes. The shadows on his face vanished, the pallor faded away, and his cheeks turned rosy.
And his eyes were even more spirited, full of Divine Sense vitality.
Wenren Wei, who had been paying attention to him, looked startled and slightly alarmed.
“What exactly… happened?”
He had been watching Mo Hua, and in his view, this Young Master Mo had initially been pale, his forehead suffused with Evil Qi. But not long after, it dissipated like snow in hot water.
Wenren Wei was somewhat stunned.
Could it be… this Young Master truly had a body impervious to all evil, a being of immense good fortune?
As the young lady said, was he Young Master Yu’s lucky charm?