And then...
I was wrong, terribly wrong.
A trace of helpless bitterness surfaced in the old man's heart.
He forced himself to suppress all past memories and thoughts, looking deeply at Mo Hua with a faint sense of pressure:
"Inside the Taixu Gate, a gag order has been issued. Where did you learn the name of this sword technique?"
Mo Hua felt a bit guilty, "I... overheard it from an Elder..."
"Why do you want to learn this sword technique?"
"Because... it sounds very powerful..." Mo Hua whispered.
And indeed, it is powerful.
The long-bearded elder listened to his somewhat naive response and could not help but pause, no longer tangled in whether Mo Hua had ulterior motives.
But he still coldly refused:
"Other sword techniques from the Taixu Gate, including parts from the Tai'a and Chongxu factions, if you want to learn, I can teach you. But this particular sword technique is an exception; you cannot learn it."
"Is it because it's too dangerous?" Mo Hua asked.
