Most of the people around Mo Hua were indeed Rogue Cultivators with limited horizons, but there were also quite a few cultivators with extraordinary insight.
Putting aside everything else, the gentleman who taught Mo Hua formations was definitely no ordinary cultivator. That woman whom Mo Hua called "Aunt Xue," hazy and indistinct behind her veil, might even know illusion arts, let alone other spells. There were also the two children who had gone shopping with him that day; they seemed to have the surname Bai, and one look at their appearance and bearing was enough to tell that their origins were far from ordinary. And then there was his father, Mo Shan. Though his cultivation was average, he had hunted demons in the mountains year-round, so his eye and experience could not be weak either...
Zhang Lan calculated inwardly. If they found out he had taught Mo Hua some body movement technique that was as common as dirt in the streets, the one who would probably be looked down on would not be Mo Hua.
Mo Hua was only a child. What could he understand?
When the time came, the only one who would be despised would be Zhang Lan himself.
The moment he imagined that veiled female cultivator looking at him with contempt, Zhang Lan found it somewhat unbearable.
No, he could not lose face like this!
"This matter concerns not only my personal dignity, but also the face of my Zhang Family. I can't let people think the Zhang Family is a clan with absolutely no foundation in cultivation." Zhang Lan found an excuse for himself in his heart.
"These movement techniques are all very ordinary. I'll teach you something different," Zhang Lan said to Mo Hua.
"Different?"
"That's right. Different from ordinary movement techniques."
Mo Hua, however,