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Mo Hua was also surprised and turned to ask:

"What Taoist Skill is this?"

Bai Zisheng hesitated and said, "Is this... an Escape Technique?"

Bai Zixi nodded, "It's the Earth Escape Technique from the Five Elements Escape Techniques."

"Escape Technique?" Mo Hua blinked.

Bai Zixi explained:

"An Escape Technique is actually a type of movement technique, but it's specifically for fleeing. When activated, Spiritual Power envelops the body and merges with the Five Elements of the world, thereby hiding their presence and escaping to safety."

The gray-clothed Cultivator left it until the last moment to use Earth Escape, just to avoid revealing his trump card.

Once an Escape Technique is known, it's much easier for others to be on their guard and counter it.

Mo Hua understood and sincerely praised:

"Junior Sister, you know so much!"

"It's quite simple."

Bai Zixi said indifferently, with her slender eyebrows slightly raised and a faint pride in her eyes.

Bai Zisheng couldn't help but say:

"Mo Hua, you're really good at flattery."

Mo Hua said displeased:

"Telling the truth is not flattery. Besides, why don't I flatter you? It's because you don't know, isn't it?"

Bai Zisheng was at a loss for words.

In terms of knowledge in Tao Cultivation, he indeed could not compare to his younger sister Zixi.

Not just in the knowledge of Tao Cultivation, in fact, he couldn't compare to her in many aspects...

Bai Zisheng didn't argue with Mo Hua anymore but frowned and said, "Now that he has used an Escape Technique, is that guy going to escape?"

Mo Hua said with a grin, "He won't get away."

The Divine Sense of the gray-clothed Cultivator was only at ten Patterns.

But Mo Hua's Divine Sense was at twelve Patterns!

Mo Hua's expression became solemn, he closed his eyes, concentrated fully, and projected his Divine Sense to its utmost reach.

In a vision of pure white Divine Sense, he searched for traces of the gray-clothed Cultivator.

After a moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, a ball of fire condensed at the tip.