Limits (Seventh Update)
Zhang Lan saw through Mo Hua's little scheme and snorted. "I may not know illusion arts, but the spells I do know are no less impressive."
"Mm-hm, mm-hm. Uncle Zhang, you're amazing," Mo Hua said perfunctorily.
Zhang Lan did not bother arguing with him and returned to the main point. "Do you know who used the illusion art?"
"How would I know?"
Mo Hua shook his head. Though he said that, Aunt Xue's veiled, hazy figure flashed through his mind.
Among the high-level cultivators Mo Hua had encountered, there were only a few he could count on one hand. Aunt Xue was the most likely, and illusion arts also matched the impression she had left on him.
"You guessed it?" Zhang Lan raised a brow when he saw Mo Hua's expression.
As expected of someone from the Dao Court Office. Though Zhang Lan looked lazy and listless, his powers of observation were sharp.
So that's what he saw, Mo Hua thought, before asking Zhang Lan, "What does the Dao Court Office plan to do?"
"Nothing." Zhang Lan leisurely took a sip of wine. "A cultivator capable of illusion arts is no ordinary person. The Qian Family does not dare make a public fuss, nor do they dare investigate. Since they are keeping quiet, the Dao Court Office is happy to have some peace and quiet. There is no need for us to meddle."
"The Qian Family will really let it go at that?" Mo Hua did not quite believe it.
"The Qian Family has Foundation Establishment cultivators holding the fort, yet someone still entered their home without a soul knowing or a ghost noticing, cast an illusion art on their young master, and left them unable to find even the slightest trace. That alone is enough to