When Mo Hua found Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang was leisurely taking a nap.
Mo Hua opened the lunch box, which contained beef prepared in various ways, some fresh vegetables, and fruits that were convenient to accompany the wine. The aroma of the meat and the fragrance of the wine slowly began to drift through the air.
Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes, "Reach the fourth level of Qi Refinement, not bad."
Mo Hua smiled and said, "It's all thanks to your teachings, sir."
Mr. Zhuang waved his hand and then slowly sat up, took a sip of wine, sampled a piece of meat, and then leisurely lay back down.
"How's your study of Formation going?"
"I've been attempting to draw a Formation with seven Formation Patterns. I believe my Divine Sense is sufficient, but the Formation still requires more practice."
Mr. Zhuang's expression remained unchanged, though his chewing slowed down a bit, and he murmured to himself, "Qi Refinement fourth level, seven Formation Patterns..."