Fangtian Painting Shadow covered the sky and blotted out the earth. Ink-wash images flowed across it, displaying nearly a hundred Sword Discussion battles in real time—one wave rising after another, each more dazzling than the last.
Near the center of the painting, Mo Hua's figure flickered for a moment before slowly appearing.
On the Shangguan Family's viewing platform, Yu'er spotted Mo Hua at once. His eyes lit up, and he clapped as he cheered:
"Brother Mo! Mother, look!"
Wenren Wan, dressed in court robes and possessed of dignified beauty, looked at Mo Hua on the Fangtian Painting Shadow. Clad in the black-and-dark-blue Sword Discussion daoist robe of Void Gate, his eyes bright and his bearing composed, he already carried himself with the calm poise of one standing serenely before thousands. A gratified smile appeared on her face.
At the same time, amid the ocean-like masses of cultivators in the outer grounds, many pairs of eyes, whether open or concealed, locked onto Mo Hua without prior agreement.
The emotions revealed in those gazes varied greatly.
Some were expectant, some doubtful, some amused, some cold and indifferent...
Yet at the same time, many cultivators still had no idea who Mo Hua was.
"Which one is Mo Hua?"
There were five people from Void Gate in total.
First, they ruled out the hulking Cheng Mo. Generally speaking, those with well-developed limbs had simple minds; he definitely could not be an Array Master.
That left four, and they were harder to identify.
"That one with the smug face and untamed arrogance—he looks like some spoiled young master who ran wild in his sect. Is he Mo Hua?"
"That's a disciple from Ta'a Mountain..."
"What about that one with the icy expression, no manners at all, and that air of a 'genius'..."
"That's Linghu Xiao,