Zhang Lan looked up at the sky, speechless in his heart.
He said he knew a little, and you actually believed him…
After Mo Hua drained the monster beast’s blood, he said, “We need to hurry up, or we won’t make it before night falls.”
Then, he complained a bit, “You wasted quite a lot of time dealing with the monster beasts.”
Situ Fang felt a bit ashamed and asked, “Did you ask us to take a detour because you knew the monster beasts were tough to handle?”
Mo Hua nodded.
Situ Xiu protested, “This time it was just bad luck to run into two… ”
Mo Hua said, “If there had been only one, would I have asked you to take a detour?”
Situ Xiu was at a loss for words.
Situ Fang also listened with alarm.
Mo Hua had known there were two monster beasts all along, and they had only found out when the second one appeared…
After Mo Hua had packed up the monster blood and saw that Zhang Lan and the others were mostly recovered, he said, “We need to hurry on our way now.”
The three of them nodded their heads.
Mo Hua walked a few steps, then turned back to remind them:
“Be sure to follow instructions, otherwise it’s very dangerous.”
Situ Fang felt a bit embarrassed, and the stubborn Situ Xiu, bruised all over, also lowered his head.
Afterwards, the three of them followed Mo Hua quietly, and the journey went smoothly, but it was getting late and they would probably have to spend the night in the mountains.
Mo Hua then found a passing monster hunter and said:
“Uncle Zhou, when you go back, please tell my mother I won’t be home for dinner tonight. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“You’re alone, is that okay?” the monster hunter asked.
“Mmm, it’s fine, I have an uncle from the Taoist Court with me,” Mo Hua nodded.
“Alright, then you be careful.”
Mo Hua waved goodbye to the monster hunter, then turned around and said:
“Let’s find a place to stay for the night first, and go to Lonely Cloud Peak tomorrow.”
Zhang Lan frowned, “Can’t we go at night?”
“Aren’t you trying to catch someone? It’s not easy at night, and there are more monster beasts.”
Zhang Lan nodded, “We have no choice then.”
Mo Hua found a small camp nearby, lit a lamp, and drew some meat from the storage bag to offer Zhang Lan and the others.
Situ Fang took a bite and her eyes lit up, “This is delicious, did you make it yourself?”
Mo Hua said proudly, “My mother made it!”
After eating a few bites, Situ Fang commented, “It’s a pity, this meat has no spiritual energy.”
“Loose cultivators can’t afford spiritual meat,” Mo Hua replied.
Situ Fang apologized, “I didn’t mean this meat isn’t good.”
To show his apology, he took out some pastries from his storage bag and offered them to Mo Hua.
Situ Xiu didn’t say anything but also offered Mo Hua some wine.
However, the wine was too strong, and after Mo Hua took a sip and choked, he did not drink any more.
Zhang Lan, on the other hand, was unfazed by raw or cold food, eating whatever was available and welcoming any wine offered.
After the group had eaten their fill, they went to sleep in their clothes.
Mo Hua couldn’t sleep; he had to enter his Sea of Consciousness to draw formations at 1 a.m., and seeing that Zhang Lan was also lying awake with his eyes open, he crept over and quietly asked:
“Uncle Zhang, could you talk to me about rapists?”
Zhang Lan’s eyebrows rose, “You want to be a rapist?”
Mo Hua gave him a disdainful look.
Zhang Lan laughed, “What do you want to ask?”
After thinking for a moment, Mo Hua said, “The Taoist Court has issued the ‘Taoist Law’ that bans indiscriminate killing, plundering, and ‘replenishing from others.’ The ‘Taoist Law’ groups replenishing with indiscriminate killing and plundering, so is replenishing a serious crime?”
Zhang Lan’s expression became serious as he asked in return:
“Do you understand what replenishing means?”