"The Dao Prison does not allow cultivators to enter at will. Ordinary cultivators had best never go in for their entire lives. That is no good place."
Mo Hua nodded, feeling that what Zhang Lan said made sense.
He wanted to be a good cultivator who "obeyed the law." A place like the Dao Prison—if he could avoid going in, he would avoid going in.
There were also many arrays inside and outside the Dao Court Office.
These arrays were rather hidden, and their grades were not low. Mo Hua could make out some of them, while others he could no longer distinguish.
Mo Hua did not dare look too carefully either.
After all, this was the Dao Court Office. If he saw some arrays he should not see, that would be trouble.
Zhang Lan brought Mo Hua before Chief Administrator Zhou and respectfully gave a salute.
Mo Hua also saluted along with him, then secretly raised his head and sized up Chief Administrator Zhou.
Chief Administrator Zhou was very old, his hair grizzled white, his figure slightly stooped. His face was kindly, but between each glance and turn of his eyes, there was still the dignity of one who stood in a high position.
Chief Administrator Zhou looked at Mo Hua, nodded, and could not help praising him a few times.
Mo Hua also returned courtesy with courtesy and praised Chief Administrator Zhou a few times. His words were all picked from what Zhang Lan had told him, learning and using them on the spot—things like "peaceful governance," "toiling hard and achieving great merit," "outstanding achievements," and the like.
As expected, the smile on Chief Administrator Zhou's face grew even broader.
He looked at Zhang Lan and said, "This child truly is extraordinarily clever."
Zhang Lan smiled, his feelings