Clouds and mist shrouded the mountain paths, hiding within them a courtyard that lay beyond a bamboo gate, with a narrow trail winding its way to the feet of Mo Hua.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
As Mo Hua stepped onto the path, his divine sense detected a fluctuation, as though something had been triggered.
Yet, looking around, the mountains remained unchanged, the trees still stood as they were, and the flora continued to bloom untouched.
Mo Hua paused and looked around but could not discern anything unusual.
Mo Hua had heard that some revered seniors enjoyed placing formations or setting scenarios to test others; he wondered if the gentleman on the mountain had a similar penchant.
Or could it be that this very path was a test in itself?
Mo Hua felt an inexplicable touch of nervousness.
Since he was a formation master and he sensed the fluctuations, it was likely that a formation had been set up on this path.
But what kind of formation could it be?
