Buried?
After that, Mo Hua spent his days drawing Array Techniques for Shopkeeper Zhao of Fortune Pavilion, earning Spirit Stones to "repay his debt."
The last time he had drawn Array Techniques for a Merchant Pavilion to earn Spirit Stones, he had been very, very young, back in Immortal City.
He had only just begun his studies and learned a few Array Patterns. Posing as his own "elder brother," he had fooled Manager Mo of the Array Pavilion into giving him plenty of commissions, earning quite a few Spirit Stones.
That was also where Mo Hua had begun, as a young Rogue Cultivator, to become a Little Array Master step by step and gradually change his fate.
Now Mo Hua was a Golden Core Cultivator, yet in unfamiliar Kun Province, he had to start over and draw Array Techniques for Spirit Stones...
At the thought, Mo Hua paused, then found himself missing his days in Immortal City.
"I wonder how Manager Mo is doing now, and whether he's still fat..."
"And I wonder how Instructor Yan's Little Spirit Hidden Sect is coming along..."
"I haven't been back to Immortal City in so long. I wonder how Mother and Father are doing... And whether the Royal Court's Ghostly Path calamity and the wars in the Great Wilderness will reach Immortal City..."
Worry weighed on Mo Hua. He frowned and thought for a moment. "When I get the chance, I must go back and have a look."
It had been more than ten years since he left home to seek the Dao, and his parents' faces had grown a little hazy again.
Mo Hua shook his head, then focused on drawing Array Techniques.
He soon finished the second batch of commissions Shopkeeper Zhao had given him.
But to keep a low