I couldn't leave for the time being.
Not to mention Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan, even the two Iron Corpses guarding the door were not opponents I could face head-on.
Moreover, when Mo Hua entered the room, he noticed that around the entrance, Expose Dust Formations were laid out.
In some special places, there were also Expose Shadow Formations.
The ink was fresh; it was clear they had been drawn not long before, specifically to guard against Mo Hua.
"When your trump card is known, it will be targeted..."
Mo Hua shook his head, somewhat helpless.
But as long as it was about Formations, it was no big deal.
Mo Hua didn't take this matter to heart.
It was already past 1 p.m.
Mo Hua pretended to lie down and sleep, but his Divine Sense sank into the Sea of Consciousness, practicing an incomplete Spiritual Pivot Formation on the Taoist Stele all night.
The next day he awoke, he went through his routine Qi Refinement.
