A hundred li outside Immortal City, the mountain forests were lush, and streams murmured through the ravines.
On the mountain road, a merchant caravan of a dozen or so people pulled several carts of storage cargo boxes slowly forward.
Mo Hua sat on one of the caravan's cargo carts, his calves swinging idly as he looked at the nearby mountain scenery—familiar, yet faintly strange—and thought of his parents, as well as the acquaintances and little friends he knew in Immortal City. His heart stirred with excitement, yet all at once there was a nervous flutter of timidity at being so close to home.
From the Subordinate Third Rank Great Lishan State Boundary to Immortal City.
The mountains were high and the roads long. Mo Hua had walked and stopped along the way, visiting Array Masters and seeking out Array Techniques, and more than half a year had passed.
Now, he was already fifteen years old.
A First-Grade Array Master, at the early Foundation Establishment stage, with Fourteen-Pattern Divine Consciousness, his Divine Thought transformed in nature, condensed like mercury.
Compared with when he had left home, Mo Hua had grown a little taller.
His features had also opened up a little, and between his brows and eyes there was a trace of heroic spirit.
Only, for cultivators, a teenager was still far too young.
Mo Hua had also reached Foundation Establishment early. Though he had been through many things, he still looked like a child, uncarved jade through and through, innocent and bright.
"Brother Mo, your family's adults really don't worry about letting you go out traveling alone...?"
An old man in the caravan couldn't help asking.
Along the way, he had asked this question at least seven or eight times.
The old man was the caravan's owner. He had traveled