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In the serene bamboo chamber of South Yue City,
Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes; they had paled slightly and with a hint of helplessness, he said,
"Having a disciple too clever can also be a troublesome matter..."
"Once clever, they think too much, and without caution, they stumble upon matters they shouldn't have..."
Old Kui, who was carving a little tiger out of wood for Mo Hua, paused and frowned at these words:
"Calculated against again?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Almost." He sighed softly, "Fortunately, the child is clever..."
He knew how to use the Earth Dao Meaning to mask his own aura; otherwise, if that person really saw his face, it would've required more effort.
Lost in thought for a moment, Old Kui said quietly:
"It's been a long time since Mo Hua came back..."
Mr. Zhuang's face was slightly pale, but upon hearing these words, his eyebrows lifted slightly, and he smiled faintly:
"What, do you miss him?"
