Sun Ze said in shock, "Our Sun Family really has such a legacy?"
Sun Yi shot him a glare. "Otherwise, where do you think the Sun Family's estate came from?"
"Our old ancestor was a dignified Second-Grade Array Master. How could he possibly have left behind only this little?"
Sun Ze frowned. "But where is this legacy?"
From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen or even heard that the Sun Family possessed such a secret array technique.
Sun Yi's eyelids twitched, and he sighed.
"I don't know either..."
"The old ancestor left in such a baffling manner back then. He had no time to arrange anything, and the array inheritances were scattered piecemeal as well."
"The little foundation our Sun Family has now was gathered bit by bit from the old ancestor's manuscripts by your great-grandfather's and grandfather's generations, picking up scales here and claws there."
"There are a few Second-Grade Arrays, but we simply can't learn them. Among the First-Grade Array Techniques, they are all ordinary arrays, nothing special..."
Sun Ze muttered a few words but did not dare say them outright.
Mo Hua would even take out pastries and treat him.
"You can also use this chance to probe their background."
Mo Hua sighed inwardly.
Driven by the demands of life, they had no choice but to lower their heads to a cultivator much younger than themselves.
The big man respectfully led the way ahead.
That day, Mo Hua went to the Lingtian again. Miao'er was as lively as usual, hopping and skipping behind him.
The big man said somewhat shamefacedly.
But unlike before, many people stood at the road crossing, seemingly waiting for him.
These people were all Spirit Farmers from East Mountain Village.
Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator like him found comprehending arrays so strenuous.