"Do not pry, the unpryable."
The emaciated elder recalled what his master had said to him years ago.
The unpryable...
He thought of Mr. Zhuang again, thought of that layer of fog.
The fog laid down by Mr. Zhuang was perhaps not just about keeping a secret but also about protecting all those who rashly sought the cause and effect of the young gentleman.
For hidden within that cause and effect lay great peril.
But no matter how he struggled to comprehend, he could not understand why such a young Junior Formation Master would be tainted with such grave and ferocious karma.
What on earth had happened?
The emaciated elder furrowed his brow, deep in perplexed thought.
"Enough, enough, ignorance is bliss... Knowing such dangerous matters is not a good thing..."
The emaciated elder sighed with lingering fear in his heart.
All things related to Mo Hua were becoming vague in his mind.