The next day, Mo Hua went to find True Person Situ and said he wanted to see Bai Zisheng.
Bai Zisheng had been locked in the Imperial Observatory's prison, under a seal True Person Zhuge had personally laid down.
True Person Zhuge refused. "No."
Mo Hua did not understand. "Why?"
Because you brat were an uncontrollable spark; whatever you touched blew up. The moment no one paid attention, you were bound to stir up trouble.
Even now, when True Person Zhuge thought back on it, he was so regretful he could die.
The path he cultivated had originally been one of purity, stillness, and non-action. The myriad disputes of the mortal world were like passing clouds before his eyes—nothing to trouble his mind, nothing to worry his heart.
Yet because he had been enshrining this little ancestor, he had been dragged straight into the mire, covered head to toe in muddy karma that only grew dirtier the more he wiped at it. Now, under pressure from True Person Hua, he worried every day. This morning, when he looked, he had actually started losing hair.
How could True Person Zhuge not be angry?
He said coldly, "You want to see that Bai Zisheng. What do you want to say?"
Mo Hua said, "I'll go take a look and see if he's dead or not."
True Person Zhuge sighed. "Are you truly not afraid that he isn't dead, and will turn around and stab you to death with one spear?"
Mo Hua looked proud. "Didn't you see my move that day, Flying Dragon in the Sky? A mere Bai Zisheng, nothing but a defeated opponent. How could I possibly be afraid?"
True Person Zhuge was helpless, but insisted, "No."
After saying that, he ignored Mo Hua.
Mo Hua did not give up