After that, more than a month went by. Mo Hua just focused on cultivation, same as always.
One afternoon, while eating in the dining hall at the Disciple's Residence, Cheng Mo couldn't take his eyes off Mo Hua.
Mo Hua was confused. "What are you staring at?"
Cheng Mo rubbed his chin. "Nothing, really. I'm just thinking—Junior Brother, you got first place in the Formation competition, but you seem exactly the same as before. Nothing's changed."
He still remembered at the Formation Discussion Arena, Mo Hua had been ice cold, calm under pressure, tearing through the Formation exam with unbeatable skill.
The last sentence—"Anything else?"—those three words were so plain, yet they sent all the examiners shaking in their boots.
That cold, unbeatable style was almost so cool it made your skin crawl.
But now...
Cheng Mo quietly glanced at Mo Hua.
Like nothing happened, here he was, in the dining hall, gnawing on a chicken leg again…
