Mo Hua silently stared at the eerie spatial rift in the room and furrowed his brows.
"Was this a void teleportation opened by Old Ancestor Dugu?"
"Or was something else causing trouble?"
"How is Old Ancestor Dugu... exactly...?"
Mo Hua's expression grew solemn.
Should he go in?
After pondering for a moment, Mo Hua shook his head.
At a time like this, at such a juncture, anyone could tell without thinking that this rift was definitely problematic.
Not to mention the cold, sinister aura drifting out from within it.
Mo Hua was not even certain where this rift would lead.
Naturally, he could not possibly enter.
Ignoring the spatial rift, Mo Hua lay back down on the bed and began resting with his eyes closed.
Void teleportation was an ability of the Void Insight realm. He was nowhere near that realm and could not interfere with it, so he might as well leave it alone.
No one could sleep soundly beside an eerie thing.
But that applied to ordinary people.
Mo Hua dealt with strange and eerie things every day. There was even an Evil God hanging around his neck, so he was already used to it.
The pitch-black, icy spatial rift stretched across the room, radiating a dangerous aura.
Mo Hua paid it no attention, but after a while, familiar voices began reaching his ears one after another.
Old, resolute, and stubborn—it was the voice of Old Ancestor Dugu.
Old Ancestor Dugu was teaching him swordsmanship.
Then, it seemed to be Elder Xun, guiding him bit by bit as he learned Array Techniques.
His junior fellow disciples were calling him "Senior Martial Brother."
After that came his parents, his childhood playmates, and the uncles and aunties of Immortal City, all speaking to him.
In a daze, Mo Hua could