This little rascal… he couldn't have noticed me, could he?
How old is he? How strong is his Divine Sense? How could he possibly detect me, a dignified Golden Core late-stage cultivator, spying on him?
This can't be that bizarre, right...
Elder Xun furrowed his brow.
After a moment, he lifted his head again, following the mountain path upward, continuing to trail behind Mo Hua.
But this time, he wised up. He didn't dare to blatantly follow behind anymore. Instead, he moved through the trees, concealing his figure, simultaneously employing a secret technique to hide his aura, keeping a respectful distance as he shadowed him from afar.
He had to comply with the ancestor's orders—to secretly watch over this young boy whose single strand of hair was more precious than his own arm.
After all, his arm, if broken, would simply remain broken.
But the boy's hair? If even a single strand were missing, who knows how the ancestor would "train" him afterward.
Elder Xun sighed helplessly.
