"Do not peer at those who must not be peered at."
The emaciated elder once again remembered what his master had said to him all those years ago.
Must not be peered at...
He thought again of Mr. Zhuang, and of that layer of mist.
Perhaps that layer of mist Mr. Zhuang had laid down was not only to keep secrets, but also to protect all those who rashly peered into that Little Master's karma.
Because within that karma lay great danger.
He simply could not understand why a little array master of barely ten or so years old would be tainted with such deep, such savage karma.
What exactly had happened?
The emaciated elder's brows were tightly furrowed, and no matter how he racked his mind, he could not understand.
"Forget it, forget it. Ignorance is bliss... For such dangerous matters, knowing isn't necessarily a good thing..."
Still shaken, the emaciated elder sighed.
Everything related to Mo Hua gradually blurred in his mind.
He only remembered that beneath the blood-red sky, amid the Corpse Tide, there had vaguely been a small figure standing unmoved as a mountain.
Young Master Yun could no longer remember clearly either.
He remembered the Spirit Pivot Formation, remembered that he had befriended a little array master.
But who that person was, he could only see dimly, and no matter what, he could not recall.
Only a clear, smiling face remained in his memory...
Elsewhere, the Dao Soldier Commander, Yang Jishan, was submitting a memorial to the Dao Court.
He wanted to record Mo Hua's merits.
In this campaign at the Corpse Mine, suppressing the Corpse Tide, subduing the Corpse King, killing Lu Chengyun, calming the corpse disaster, and improving the livelihood of Nanyue City's cultivators, Mo Hua, this Little Master, had rendered the