Mo Hua put the matter aside for the time being and returned to Little Luan Mountain Blessed Land.
Before the rosy clouds, the clear cries of cranes and luan birds, and the secluded beauty of the Small Blessed Land, Mo Hua, fresh from a bout of intrigue and deception, felt his body and mind relax. For a moment, he almost felt as though he had come "home."
But he had barely stepped through the entrance when a figure flashed before him. True Person Rong had appeared.
"True Person Rong." Mo Hua bowed.
True Person Rong studied Mo Hua, then frowned. "Where did you go? You have the air of death on you."
Mo Hua paused. As expected of a Feather Transformation expert. Nothing escapes her eyes.
He was grateful that True Person Rong had taken him in, so he did not hide it. He pointed underground. "Into the earth."
True Person Rong understood what he meant, and her brow twitched. Young people these days are truly reckless. There's nowhere they won't go. With no taboos at all, isn't he afraid...
True Person Rong lowered her gaze slightly. "Did you encounter anything?"
Mo Hua's thoughts stirred, but he shook his head.
True Person Rong did not press him. Instead, she tossed him a Jade Bottle.
"This is Clear Bath Powder. Go wash off the Yin Qi and the air of death from underground..."
Then she added, "People who spend years going underground carry Dead Filth Qi on them. Because it's on their own bodies, they stop noticing the smell. Be careful. Wash often, and don't let too much of it cling to you..."
Otherwise, it may affect your temperament and twist your nature toward savagery...
Out of courtesy, True Person Rong left that last part unsaid.
Mo Hua nodded. "All right."