For the time being, there was no getting out.
Forget Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan—even the two Iron Corpses guarding the gate were opponents he could not defeat head-on.
Moreover, when Mo Hua had entered the room, he had noticed Dust-Revealing Arrays laid all around the doorway.
In certain special spots, there were even Shadow-Revealing Arrays.
The ink marks were fresh, clearly drawn not long ago. They had obviously been set up to guard against Mo Hua.
"If your trump card is known, people will target it..."
Mo Hua shook his head, somewhat helpless.
But as long as they were array techniques, it did not matter.
Mo Hua did not take the matter to heart.
It was already past midnight.
Mo Hua pretended to lie on his bed and sleep, while his Divine Consciousness sank into his Sea of Consciousness. On the Dao Stele, he practiced the incomplete Spirit Pivot Formation throughout the night.
The next day, he awoke and cultivated as usual.
Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. External affairs and worldly things did not affect him in the slightest.
Someone delivered food to Mo Hua's door.
Mo Hua ate and drank as he pleased, without the least restraint.
Several days passed like this. Lu Chengyun never came looking for Mo Hua, but Mo Hua was already getting bored, so he went to find Lu Chengyun and asked:
"Patriarch Lu, is there anything you need me to do?"
Lu Chengyun smiled.
"No hurry. We still need several more days to prepare. Little Master, rest for now."
It was called rest, but it was effectively house arrest.
He knew Lu Chengyun's secret, so Lu Chengyun was keeping him locked up. He was probably afraid Mo Hua would sabotage him.
"Fine." Mo Hua nodded.