Chapter 1201: A Wucha
Mo Hua had returned, and the students were all delighted. They stepped forward one after another to pay their respects.
"Greetings, sir."
The savagery of Wilderness cultivators had faded from their faces, replaced by a touch of gentleness. Their eyes were livelier, and their spirits were full.
The conflict outside had been held back by Elder Zhamu and had not affected these children.
Mo Hua also checked their schoolwork.
Cultivation, Array Techniques, rudimentary pill methods, and the theory of Artifact Refining—Mo Hua had taught them all of it.
Each child had different talent and interests, so their progress varied. The clever ones learned faster, while the slower ones learned at a crawl.
But Mo Hua could tell that every one of them had studied diligently. Even those who were less gifted had not wasted their time; they were making steady progress.
This was not only due to the resilience born of their impoverished lives, but also to the urging of Little Zhatu, the "Junior Instructor."
Mo Hua praised Little Zhatu a few times.
Having received praise from his teacher, Little Zhatu became so excited that his face turned red.
After that, Mo Hua spent some more time instructing the children in their cultivation and studies. Then Elder Zhamu came over and said,
"Shaman, Jiaoli has arrived."
Mo Hua nodded, then left the cave and returned to the main hall. Sure enough, Jiaoli was standing inside.
He was tall and powerfully built, his face filled with grim killing intent. Between his brows lingered ambition and unwillingness.
After long experience in battle and rising to a position of power, he had acquired an extraordinary bearing, along with a certain arrogance that refused to be restrained.
And the one restraining him was none other than Mo Hua, the Shaman.