Mo Hua hurried on without a sound.
Now that he could finally go home, his mood eased a little.
Great Black Mountain's Deep Mountain was much the same as when he had come: luxuriant woods, dense mist, and directions impossible to discern.
But unlike before, every blade of grass, every tree, every forest, every mountain, and every stone grew increasingly clear within Mo Hua's Divine Consciousness.
His Divine Consciousness had grown stronger; he could see farther and sense things in greater detail.
The Mist Array Third Leader had set up in the Mist Forest was even like a set of signposts, plainly showing Mo Hua the way.
To the naked eye, it was a mass of bewildering fog, but within Mo Hua's Divine Consciousness, every path was as clearly divided as the Jing and Wei rivers, distinct and easy to make out.
After walking for half an hour, Mo Hua neared the edge of the Deep Mountain.
Mo Hua stopped and frowned.
This was not the cliff he had taken on his way in, so the route was unfamiliar. There were many forks ahead, and for a moment, he did not know which way to go.
Just then, he spotted figures in the mist.
"But you must remember this: there are still many people in this world who care about you. No matter what you do, you must never make everyone worry. No matter what happens, you must let your father and mother know."
When the Monster Hunters heard Mo Hua's voice again, they confirmed that it truly was Mo Hua. Seeing that he seemed unharmed, they were all overjoyed and heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
The voices were somewhat jumbled, as though quite a few people were calling out. They sounded extremely anxious, and they seemed to be