But should anything evil or bizarre happen within the sect, the first suspect would naturally be Mo Hua.
Mo Hua did not want to take the blame.
Therefore, to be safe, he added a Divine Lock Array on the White Bone Broken Sword, to seal evil thoughts, and added a Divine Mist Array, to conceal its aura.
Not giving the Sword Bone a single chance to act up.
After ensuring there were no risks, Mo Hua gently unsealed a tiny part of the formation, subtly moved his Divine Thought, sensed the aura inside the broken sword, and then softly said:
"Hello..."
There was no response.
"Sword Bone, are you dead yet?"
Sword Bone: "..."
"Speak up!"
"Oh oh," Sword Bone immediately responded, "Thanks to the little ancestor, still alive..."
Mo Hua frowned, "Stop calling me ’little ancestor’, I’m not old, nor an evil spirit, why are you calling me ’ancestor’?"
You might not be an "evil spirit", but you eat "evil spirits"...
Sword Bone silently retorted in its heart.
"Then... how should I address you?" Sword Bone whispered.
"Call me what you see fit." Mo Hua said.
Sword Bone instantly understood, feeling bitter inside.
This was a test of its awareness, seeing if it recognized the situation, had any sense of timing, and could discern the circumstances.
The current circumstances were crystal clear.
Sword Bone respectfully said: "Then, may I call you... ’Master’?"
Mo Hua shook his head, "I don’t like those two words... In this world, no one should be anyone else’s master."
Sword Bone was stunned.
What does he mean?
It was a bit confused.
Then it continued: "Then may I call you... ’Sir’?"
Mo Hua’s expression turned stern, "Are you mocking me for not growing up?"
In reality, he could grow, although not evidently, but his height indeed increased year by year.
Yet his Divine Thought’s incarnation seemed to remain at the Foundation Establishment stage, before the "Divine Sense Transformation" state.
He wasn’t sure if he could grow in the future.
Therefore, Sword Bone’s calling him "Sir" made Mo Hua very unhappy.