Commander Yang assigned three squads of Dao Soldiers, all clad in sturdy armor and wielding sharp weapons, their cultivation profound.
Commander Yang ordered sternly, "On this mission, you must ensure Little Master Mo's safety. Otherwise, military law will deal with you!"
"Yes!" the Dao Soldiers answered in unison.
Afterward, Commander Yang took the lead, bringing the three squads of Dao Soldiers to escort Mo Hua toward the Mist Forest deep in the mountains, while Mo Hua and Zhang Lan walked behind them.
Along the way, Mo Hua secretly asked Zhang Lan, "Uncle Zhang, are you and Commander Yang very familiar with each other?"
"More or less."
"You two seem to have a very good relationship."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Lan curled his lip. "How are we close?"
"You look close."
Zhang Lan glared faintly at Mo Hua and explained:
Zhang Lan then nodded with feigned composure, patted Commander Yang on the shoulder, and frowned.
He had been polishing his Dao Foundation for over eighty years...
Commander Yang frowned as he considered it, but still shook his head. "The Concealment Technique has flaws too. It can be detected by Divine Consciousness..."
"We shall obey the commander's orders!"
Within this Mist Forest, the mist was merely the outward appearance; the Array Technique was its true nature.
Had he discovered the Array Techniques that had been dismantled into fragments?
Zhang Lan's face turned pale, and he did not know whether to laugh or cry. So he was only being used to pass the time...
Mo Hua nodded. Mr. Zhuang, Zi Sheng, and Zi Xi had said the same thing.
Mo Hua muttered softly, "I couldn't tell..."
But what exactly had he discovered?
Mo Hua could not figure it out for the moment, so he stopped dwelling on it. Once the