Inquiry
After a whole day of trouble, Mo Hua wanted to go to sleep early, but he couldn't. After thinking it over, he went into his sea of consciousness and spent the entire night practicing arrays on the stone stele.
When he drew arrays, his mind held no distractions, and his mood settled more easily.
The next day, Zhang Lan came looking for Mo Hua.
He sat at an Eight Immortals table in the corner of the eatery. Several dishes to go with wine were set out on the table, along with a pot of wine.
Zhang Lan poured himself a cup, looked at Mo Hua, and said, "Go on. What happened yesterday?"
"What happened?"
Zhang Lan curled his lip. "Don't play dumb with me. Qian Xing."
"He bullied me, then Brother Da Zhu and the others helped, so they started fighting, and then you people arrived." Mo Hua avoided the important and dwelled on the trivial.
The whole sequence of events was there, but not a single key point. Zhang Lan couldn't help saying:
"Don't try to muddle through with me. That array—you used it, didn't you?"
Mo Hua was startled. "Uncle Zhang, you saw it all?"
"I didn't." Zhang Lan took a sip of wine. "If I had, how could I have let them act so recklessly?"
Mo Hua asked in confusion, "Then how did you know it was an array, and not a spell?"
After the Earth Fire Array exploded, the Spirit Paper had turned to flying ash. Unless someone had seen it with their own eyes, no one should have known that Mo Hua had used an array to injure Qian Xing.
"Rain passes and leaves traces; geese pass and leave cries. Whatever a cultivator does, they leave marks behind. You can't see them, but that