His arrogant demeanor wilted instantly.
Even if he were bolder, he wouldn’t dare to trouble Mo Hua in the presence of a Taixu Sect Golden Core Elder.
"Elder...Elder, hello..."
Song Jian said quietly.
A group of Sever Gold Sect disciples, timidly followed suit, bowing to Xun Ziyou.
"Mm." Xun Ziyou nodded slightly, saying plainly, "Between disciples, be gentle and courteous. Even if you’re not from the same sect, you mustn’t provoke fights."
"Understood..."
Song Jian replied unwillingly.
"Alright," Xun Ziyou, not making things difficult for them, said, "It’s late, go back early."
Song Jian and the others, as if relieved from a burden, paid their respects, and quickly departed in groups, saying, "Elder, farewell."
Xun Ziyou shook his head.
After getting a distance away, a Sever Gold Sect disciple said:
"Young master, what should we do now?"
Song Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Despicable Mo Hua! Utterly shameless! He actually carries a Golden Core Elder with him!"
A disciple whispered, "A Golden Core Elder is not someone you can just carry along..."
Especially in the Refining Demon Mountain.
"This Mo Hua seems to hold a high status in the Sect, probably not easy to offend..."
"Should we still give him trouble?"
The disciples of the Song family hesitated.
"Nonsense!" Song Jian shouted angrily, "If this revenge is not taken, I won’t be able to swallow this bitterness for the rest of my life!"
"How to take revenge?" a disciple asked in a low voice.
Song Jian thought for a moment, but couldn’t come up with any way to punish Mo Hua. As he looked up and saw everyone staring at him, he became somewhat angry and embarrassed:
"I have my own way! Why ask so many questions?"
"Yes, yes..."
The disciples of the Song family were submissive and hesitant.
Song Jian, feeling irritated, said, "Let’s go back first. As for that scoundrel Mo Hua, we will plan carefully. As long as he continues to loiter in this mountain, one day he will fall into my hands!"
"And what about this Elder..."
"The Elders of the Taixu Sect, how could they be so idle as to follow him every day?"
"What if they really... follow him every day?"
Song Jian was furious: "Are you trying to argue with me?"
The disciple dared not speak.
Song Jian sneered, "Even if there is an Elder following every day, there will always be times of negligence. As long as you keep an eye on it, there will always be a chance to strike."
"Yes, the young master is wise..."
This kind of half-hearted flattery, Song Jian disdained.
He glanced in the direction where Mo Hua had left, feeling unwilling yet helpless, and finally said coldly:
"Let’s go back!"
"Yes."
Song Jian led the group down the mountain.
However, he didn’t notice that while he was watching Mo Hua, a pair of shadowy eyes in the dark forest were also watching him coldly.
...
On the other side, Mo Hua curiously asked Xun Ziyou, "Elder, is the Song family and the Jin family at odds within the Sever Gold Sect?"
"Yes," Xun Ziyou nodded, "Within the Sect, power struggles and family factions are rampant, not just in the Sever Gold Sect, but in other Sects as well, it’s a common occurrence."
"Oh..."
Mo Hua seemed contemplative.
"By the way," Xun Ziyou added, "that young man from the Song family seems to hold a deep grudge against you. Be careful in the mountains."
Mo Hua waved his hand, "It’s nothing, just a child."
Xun Ziyou paused, momentarily speechless.
You yourself are even younger than him...
After walking a while further, a cunning glint flashed in Mo Hua’s eyes. He whispered, "By the way, Elder Xun, I have a small request..."
Xun Ziyou felt a tightness in his heart.