If he wanted to leave, it wouldn't be happening anytime soon.
Forget Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan—just the two iron corpses guarding the gate were more than he could handle in a fair fight.
Plus, when Mo Hua entered the room, he noticed that surrounding the doorway were Expose Dust Formations.
In some special areas, there were also Expose Shadow Formations.
The ink markings were fresh, clearly applied not long ago, specifically to target Mo Hua.
"Once your cards are on the table, people will tailor their moves against you..."
Mo Hua shook his head, feeling somewhat resigned.
*Still, any formation, no matter how intricate, can be dealt with.*
Mo Hua didn't place much weight on the matter.
It was already past one p.m.
Feigning sleep on the bed, his Divine Sense sank into the Sea of Consciousness, where he spent the night practicing a fragmented Spiritual Pivot Formation on the Taoist Stele.
The next morning, he woke up and went through his cultivation as usual.
