Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then could only sigh.
With his cultivation so weak and his knowledge of formations so limited, even if Mr. Zhuang was in trouble, he was incapable of offering help.
"I should just focus on my cultivation, learn formations diligently, so that one day, when my Tao cultivation succeeds, I can properly repay my mentor for his kindness in teaching me."
Mo Hua nodded, and seeing that it was already 1 p.m., he sank his Divine Sense into his Sea of Consciousness, painstakingly began practicing the Reversed Spirit Formation with the help of the Taoist Stele.
Days passed calmly like flowing water, with Mo Hua dedicating himself to cultivation and Drawing Formations as always.
In addition, he was very concerned about the matter concerning the Black Mountain Stronghold, but he had no idea how the situation was progressing with the court officials.
