"Oh." Mo Hua nodded, indifferent, and asked again:
"Why teach..."
Mo Hua paused, not mentioning the names Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi, pretending not to know them, and said, "Why teach those two children cultivation techniques and spells?"
"Young friend, do you know those two children?" the old man asked in confusion.
Mo Hua looked at him silently, without speaking.
The implication was, I ask, you answer, you're not in a position to ask questions.
The old man's eyelids twitched slightly, then he sighed heavily, reminiscing:
"I was healing in this cave, and these two children, with sincere hearts, brought me food and water. Such character is rare. I thought I would pass on some of my Zhao Family's heritage to them, as a way to settle cause and effect and form a good connection."
Mo Hua nodded, but thought to himself:
More nonsense...
Poor kids never have a full stomach, and if they have anything, they'd eat it themselves. How could they have leftovers for you?
