Concealment Array
Mo Hua thought about it and felt that having more identities was a good thing.
The Nine Provinces of the cultivation world were boundless and vast.
If he went out into the world someday and encountered difficult troubles, having one more identity meant having one more path.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang!"
Mo Hua said sincerely.
"When you have time, thank the Old Chief Administrator too. Without his approval, you wouldn't have this Waist Token," Zhang Lan said.
"Then thank the Chief Administrator for me. If anything comes up next time, I'll help again."
Now he could fleece the sheep, Mo Hua's enthusiasm rose considerably.
Zhang Lan smiled. "All right, I'll tell the Chief Administrator when I return."
Before long, Jiang Yun served them dishes—five or six plates in all, with meat and vegetables, as well as good wine.
Zhang Lan raised a brow. "Not bad. You've become quite generous now."
Mo Hua chuckled. "Eat as much as you want. It's all on me."
More than a thousand Spirit Stones—Mo Hua could treat Zhang Lan for a whole month without caring.
"Fine, then I won't stand on ceremony."
He had been running around over Bald Ascetic and Kong Sheng's affairs for a long time, sleeping in the open and dining in the wind. His mouth had gone bland from it all, and Zhang Lan truly wanted to reward himself.
While Zhang Lan ate, Mo Hua held a small bowl at the side and picked out what he liked to eat.
The two chatted as they ate. Once they were full and satisfied, Zhang Lan returned home.
Mo Hua considered the Topographical Map for a while, but still had no clues, so he temporarily set it aside.
He would see whether Zhang Lan could pry anything out of One-Eye's mouth.