Mo Hua finished drawing the Thick Earth Formation. His wish fulfilled, he nodded in satisfaction.
Only by putting array techniques into practice could one be said to have fully mastered them.
Mo Hua stood amid the flourishing Lingtian.
Mountain winds brushed his cheeks, and spirit rice gently stroked his palms.
It was as if this land, too, was grateful to him.
Mo Hua felt that his perception of Earth Aura—the Dao Rhyme of the earth—had grown clearer as well.
Though utterly exhausted, it had all been worth it.
Mo Hua smiled faintly and narrowed his eyes.
Having finished the array, Mo Hua was ready to leave.
He had done everything he needed to do. Next, he would head to another place and seek out other array techniques.
They did not have much to pack, so they finished quickly.
After resting for the night and sorting their belongings, they set off in a carriage the next day.
Before they left, all the Spirit Farmers of East Mountain Village came to see Mo Hua off.
They did not have many Spirit Stones left, so they could only bring local specialties—some spirit grain, some vegetables and fruit, and some home-raised chickens and ducks.
Mo Hua could not refuse, so he packed them into his Storage Bag and placed them in the carriage.
With these ingredients, he could try making more dishes along the way for Mr. Zhuang to taste.
Ding Miao'er tugged on Mo Hua's sleeve, reluctant to part with him.
Mo Hua instructed him, "Cultivate diligently. Do not slack off. And make sure you study the things I gave you properly."
"Mm!" Ding Miao'er nodded solemnly. "Rest assured, Brother!"
Then he asked dejectedly:
"Will I be able to see Brother again?"
Mo Hua painted him a rosy future and encouraged him:
"As