When Mo Hua heard this, his heart tightened.
He believed his Celestial Pivot Algorithm and grasp of Karma had reached a certain level.
But he did not dare grow too arrogant.
After all, everything he had learned came from unorthodox methods. His Celestial Pivot Algorithm still lacked a coherent system, and he had no standard by which to measure his grasp of Karma.
Besides, Junior Martial Aunt Bai was right. His cultivation was only at the Golden Core Realm.
His realm was too low. He did not stand high enough to see far enough, and he had no idea what terrifying beings might still exist in this world.
But...
Mo Hua's heart sank. He had already waited far, far too long.
He was young. He could keep cultivating, keep waiting, keep enduring...
But what about Master? How much longer could Master wait?
If the Clear Light Lamp ran out, even for a single instant, everything would be over.
He would never see Master again...
Mo Hua's emotions surged and ebbed, pain showing on his face.
Watching him, Bai Qingcheng felt an inexplicable sorrow, and a thousand thoughts stirred within her.
She knew that Senior Martial Brother Zhuang had spent his life proud and aloof, met with cold stares, abandoned by those closest to him, and weathered a world of fickle hearts and warmth turned cold.
Their eldest Senior Martial Brother had wanted to kill him, take his Dao Bone, and steal his vitality.
Even she, his Junior Martial Sister, had schemed against him for her own selfish ends.
Yet at the end of his life, Senior Martial Brother Zhuang had taken on a young disciple who cared for him so deeply and treated him with such wholehearted sincerity.
It was as though that child had repaid him for all the