After that, more than a month passed, and Mo Hua cultivated in peace, just as he always had.
One noon, while they were eating in the Dining Hall of the Disciple Quarters, Cheng Mo kept staring at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua was puzzled. "What are you looking at?"
Cheng Mo rubbed his chin. "Nothing. I just feel like, Senior Martial Brother, after you took first place in array theory, you're exactly the same as before you got it. Nothing changed at all."
He still remembered how, back then at the array-theory Dao Field, Mo Hua's face had been cold, his manner light as if lifting a heavy weight were nothing, slaughtering all before him, drawing straight through the Array Grand Examination with an unmatched bearing.
That final line, "Is there more?"—three simple, plain, perfectly ordinary words—had shaken a whole crowd of examiners until their bodies trembled.
That cold, invincible look had simply been so handsome it made one's scalp go numb.
As for now...
Cheng Mo silently glanced at Mo Hua.
As if nothing had happened, he was in the Dining Hall again, gnawing on a chicken drumstick...
He kept feeling that these two images of Senior Martial Brother, before and after, were a little torn apart.
"Senior Martial Brother, you're first in array theory, the champion of the array Dao. Shouldn't you bring out a bit more bearing?" Cheng Mo said.
Mo Hua curled his lip. "A mere first place in array theory, a mere champion of the array Dao—what does that count for? Arrays are broad and profound. I can't let this tiny little achievement delay my steps forward."
Champion of the array Dao—what did that count for...
Tiny little achievement...
Not only Cheng Mo; every disciple around them was stunned.
But since Mo Hua was the one