At the same time, Qian Taoist Sect, Elder's Chamber.
Mr. Tu, cloaked in the appearance of "Elder Shen", ended a day's lecture and returned to his chamber. He activated a Divine Tao Formation, shrouding himself from others' senses. Then, he sat alone at his desk, gazing piously at a ram's horn on the table.
The dim candlelight spilled over his gloomy face, rendering it ghastly and menacing.
"Mo Hua..."
Mr. Tu whispered the name, his brow furrowing.
"Where exactly did this person... suddenly come from?"
"Why? Why is it that the first time I hear this name, I find it so familiar?"
"Just who is this boy, really?"
Mr. Tu took out a short sword, sliced his fingertip, and let drops of blood fall onto the ram bone, silently praying within his heart.
A moment later, from the threads of causality, a blood shadow in the shape of a ram's horn emerged, flowing along fate's line, tracing back through the echoes bound to the words "Mo Hua".
