The expressions of Dan Zhu and others grew increasingly respectful, revering Mo Hua as they would the Divine Lord, and they all clasped their hands and said:
"Thank you, Gentleman..."
"Mr. Witch, you've worked hard..."
Mo Hua nodded, stood up, and left, returning to his room where he set up a formation to isolate sight and sound, and then knelt on a meditation cushion, outwardly praying to the Divine Lord while actually contemplating.
After all, there was no real "Divine Lord" to guide him.
All inspirations from the Divine Lord were derived from his own efforts, analysis, and calculation.
The current situation could only rely on him to find a way.
First of all, if Mo Hua were by himself, bypassing the blockade of Bi Fang's barbarian soldiers would be quite easy.
His Divine Sense had strengthened, and with his body concealed, as long as he was slightly cautious, the people of the Bi Fang Tribe were all "blind."
