In the days that followed, Mo Hua was somewhat absent-minded.
The experiences in the Sword Tomb were still vividly etched in his memory.
The pitch-black night, the desolate grave, the scattered broken swords, the terrifying ancestor—all these bits and pieces often resurfaced in his mind.
Of course, most importantly, the enigmatic Ancestor of the Forbidden Land had promised to teach him the True Sword Art of Divine Thought!
Yet, within Mo Hua's heart, there was some unease.
He wasn't sure whether the ancestor would truly fulfill the promise to teach him the Divine Thought Sword Skill.
"Could this ancestor be deceiving me?"
"Probably not..."
Mo Hua shook his head, "He's an ancestor, at the Heaven Void Realm, why would he have the leisure to trick a mere Foundation Establishment disciple for amusement..."
"But what if this ancestor reneges on his word..."
Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
Divine Thought Sword Transformation was close at hand.
