Clever

Elder Xun was brewing up something big.

As for Mo Hua, he remained wholly focused on attending classes and cultivating.

Soon, it was the ten-day break again.

In Monster Refining Mountain, Mo Hua sat atop a large tree with a Spirit Sword laid before him, killing the hawks circling overhead out of sheer boredom.

Second-Grade Initial-Tier hawks no longer posed much pressure for him.

Basically, one sword strike per bird.

After killing them for so long, though, it was inevitable that he found it dull.

At the same time, he waited patiently.

He was waiting for Linghu Xiao to come looking for him.

That way, he would have a "sword dao genius" serving as his "hired thug."

And this sword dao genius could still grow stronger. Perhaps he would become more and more formidable in the future.

Mo Hua waited and waited in the tree, until noon had passed and evening drew near. The setting sun had already tilted sideways and begun sinking westward.

Yet there was still no sign of Linghu Xiao.

"Not coming?"

Mo Hua sighed.

He had not caught the fish...

Then he would try again next time.

Mo Hua was about to pack up and head back, but after some thought, he decided to wait a little longer.

What if that young man was wrestling with his thoughts?

Youngsters with withdrawn temperaments might look cold and indifferent, but they usually had plenty of inner drama.

Mo Hua sat in the tree, took out a jug of fruit wine, and slowly waited while watching the sunset.

Sure enough, after another incense stick's time, a youth appeared on the mountain path in the distance, half-concealed by the dense forest.

It was Linghu Xiao, dressed in pale azure robes.

"He's here!"

Mo Hua perked up. Standing in the tree,