In the scene, only Mr. Pi, Mo Hua, and the unconscious Shen Qingsheng were left.
Mr. Pi focused intently, working on breaking the Formation on the tomb door.
This time, Mo Hua didn't sneak a peek, fearing that Mr. Pi might suspect him again. Instead, he just directed his gaze at the tomb door, observing some subtle marks on it, while endless doubts swirled in his mind.
"Who exactly built this tomb, and who is really buried inside?"
"Why does it have the characteristic layout of the Water Prison Sect...?"
"Moreover, this tomb door seems like a 'prison gate,' resonating with the Blood Pupil Skill of the Water Prison Sect... What is the connection here?"
...
Mo Hua's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly felt the atmosphere around him turn chilly. The air was terrifyingly quiet, and even the slight friction sound of the Bronze Formation Pen on the paper had disappeared.
Stunned, Mo Hua glanced around, then furrowed his brow.
