Lu Chengyun walked into the Altar, opened the Bronze Coffin, and began drawing an array.
Lu Chengyun was the family head and was busy on ordinary days. Occasionally, when something came up and delayed him during the day, he would return to the Altar at night to draw the Spirit Pivot Blood Array.
When Mo Hua saw that he had not discovered him, he let out a slight breath of relief.
It seemed Lu Chengyun's divine sense was indeed a little weaker than his own; if he was not paying attention, he could not easily see through Mo Hua's concealment.
But he still could not be careless. He could not give himself away.
Otherwise, if Lu Chengyun discovered that he had sneaked into the Altar in the middle of the night, then even if he argued until the heavens cracked, Lu Chengyun would never trust him again.
He would probably have to kill him and refine him into a little Zombie.
Mo Hua hid obediently behind the Altar.
Lu Chengyun was still drawing the array.
He would never have imagined that at this very moment, there was someone else inside the Altar.
In the silent Altar, there were only the extremely faint rustling sounds of ink moistening the brush and the brush moving over the surface.
Once Lu Chengyun began drawing an array, he became completely absorbed.
So Mo Hua secretly glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
Lu Chengyun did not notice.
Mo Hua nodded slightly.
The Spirit Pivot Array was very difficult to draw.
Drawing the Spirit Pivot Array required full concentration. It consumed a great deal of divine sense, and all one's attention had to be devoted to the Array Patterns, leaving no room to be distracted by anything else.
But Mo Hua did