After Mo Hua left, Old Kui slowly revealed himself again in the quiet room.
He glanced at Mr. Zhuang, whose expression remained calm, and said displeasedly, "Why are all the things you teach him so devious and strange?"
Mr. Zhuang raised a brow. "Devious and strange is exactly right. Better for him to be devious and strange than for his enemies to be."
Old Kui frowned, muttering inwardly, If Mo Hua keeps learning like this, even I'm starting to not understand him...
Divine sense beyond his cultivation level, Divine Sense Killing, extraordinary talent, array manifestation...
Just thinking about it made him feel it was extraordinarily thorny.
Who knew whether cultivating divine sense this way was good or bad...
Old Kui suddenly recalled something. His heart tightened, and he asked gravely, "Aren't you afraid he'll follow your senior brother's path and become a second Ghost Daoist?"
Mr. Zhuang fell silent, his gaze dimming somewhat. Only after a long while did he slowly say, "Who can say for certain what the future holds?"
"A cultivator's lifespan is long, and so is a life."
"In this lifetime, one will meet many people, encounter many things, and face many choices. Whether he can uphold his original heart and remain steadfast in his Dao Heart will depend on himself. I... cannot accompany him for that long..."
Mr. Zhuang looked lonely as he sighed. "He is my youngest disciple."
"What I hope for is only that he can live well, keep cultivating, keep studying arrays, keep to his own heart, and pursue the Heavenly Dao..."
"It is enough if he can keep living..."
"Even if he becomes a second 'Ghost Daoist'... that would still be better than becoming the 'daoist' of Ghost Daoist..."
If he became a second Ghost Daoist, at least he would still be