"Instructor Yan... is he drawing Array Techniques for Walking Corpse Stronghold?"
Worry filled Mo Hua's little face.
Instructor Yan hadn't turned bad, had he...
Wanting to understand, he spread out his Divine Consciousness to see whether anyone in Walking Corpse Stronghold was drawing Array Techniques.
His vast Divine Consciousness unfurled, and the contours of Walking Corpse Stronghold dissolved.
Within the empty whiteness, pale blue, faint white, and black-gray auras intertwined in a dazzling profusion.
This was the true form of spiritual energy beneath the world's outward appearances.
Or perhaps it was merely an even deeper layer of appearance.
Mo Hua held his breath and focused, searching room by room and inspecting cultivator after cultivator.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he finally found something.
In a secluded, cramped room, a cultivator lived alone. He was at the Ninth-Layer Qi Refining realm and sat before a table, intently drawing an Array Technique.
Neat Array Patterns emerged one after another from his brush tip, and the Array Technique beneath his hand gradually took shape.
It seemed to be a Spirit Gathering Array.
As Mo Hua used his Divine Consciousness to peer at him—
The man seemed to sense something. His brush paused, and he raised his head to look around, confusion appearing in his eyes.
"Someone?"
"No, this is Walking Corpse Stronghold. There can't possibly be outsiders..."
"But..."
He furrowed his brow tightly.
He had indeed sensed a trace of an aura just now.
That aura was exceedingly familiar, as though it belonged to an old friend. Yet when he tried to distinguish it carefully, it vanished without a trace.
"An illusion, perhaps..."
He shook his head. As if recalling something, he sighed softly, then continued drawing the Array Technique.
Mo Hua opened his eyes.
It was