When he was unsure about something, he should not force it. It would be better to ask Mr. Zhuang.
Mo Hua ran to the Bamboo Chamber to see Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang sat in a bamboo chair, brewing tea as the breeze drifted through the hall. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked perfectly at ease.
Mo Hua waited outside for a while. Then, when he looked up and saw Mr. Zhuang watching him, his eyes lit up. He hurried over, handed him the array he had reconstructed, and asked:
"Master, can I learn this array?"
Without even looking at it, Mr. Zhuang nodded.
"Yes."
Mo Hua was slightly taken aback. "Isn't this an evil array?"
Mr. Zhuang's gaze deepened slightly as he asked:
"Do you know the difference between an evil array and an ordinary array technique?"
Mo Hua furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, then honestly shook his head.
He had never studied evil arrays. He had only briefly seen the array patterns of a few evil arrays and did not understand the difference between the two.
To know was to know; not to know was not to know.
Since he did not understand, he was too embarrassed to make something up in front of Mr. Zhuang.
"Then what do they have in common?"
Mr. Zhuang asked again.
Mo Hua pondered for a moment before cautiously answering:
"Whether it is a proper array technique or an evil array, their basic framework is the same. They are all composed of array mediums, array eyes, array hubs, and array patterns..."
"It is only that their specific composition differs. Evil arrays are stranger and more sinister, and their methods are bloodier and crueler."
Mr. Zhuang nodded faintly. "Correct."
He picked up the Twelve-Pattern Absolute Array Mo Hua had