Treating Injuries
Zhang Lan frowned.
Though he did not want to admit it, the less he wanted to admit it, the more likely it was to be true.
Could the Array Technique have been drawn by Mo Hua? And had this man been blown up by Mo Hua as well?
Although Mo Hua was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, since he had begun studying Compound Arrays, his mastery of Array Techniques could not be low. Drawing an Array Technique to blow someone up should not have been difficult for him.
After some thought, Zhang Lan simply erased all traces of the Array Technique. Then he considered when to visit Mo Hua for a pot of wine and, while he was there, get to the bottom of the matter.
He felt no psychological burden whatsoever about playing favorites.
Born into an aristocratic family, he had seen plenty of wastrels since childhood. He despised most of all family scions like Qian Xing, who relied on their family name to throw their weight around and lord it over others. Not only did they squander the family's resources, they also tarnished its reputation.
It was just a pity that the Array Technique had not been powerful enough to blow that Qian Family brat to death.
"That kid Mo Hua still hasn't mastered his craft..." Zhang Lan muttered.
Inside Apricot Forest Hall, Elder Feng treated Da Zhu and the others' injuries.
Elder Feng did not like children who stirred up trouble and had initially been unwilling to treat them. It was only because Mo Hua said he had been bullied, and Da Zhu and the others had stepped in to help him and been injured as a result, that he agreed.
Of course, the supposedly bullied Mo Hua was lively as ever,