On the second day, the Chief Elder opened the door and burned incense.
Above the shrine, the smoke wafted.
Mo Hua, just like the previous day, sat upright on the meditation cushion, his mind focused and serene, pondering the shrine.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi quickly attained mental concentration and continued to visualize the Formation Patterns.
Mo Hua was still unable to visualize anything, just like the day before.
To him, the shrine was just a shrine.
Above the Taoist Field, Formation Masters gathered, all like wooden statues or clay figures, utterly lifeless.
Above the Array Plate, the air was thick with smoke, but not a single Formation Pattern was to be seen.
Mo Hua sighed, lay on the ground, and watched his Junior Brother and Junior Sister ponder the Shrine.
After half an hour, Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi opened their eyes, exchanged a glance, then turned to look at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's eyes shimmered with anticipation, "How did it go?"
