Mo Hua replied, "I've come to find you."
Lu Ming's eyelid twitched, "To find me... for what?"
Mo Hua's smile held a hint of amusement as she said,
"Did you, perhaps, tell your family head about my affairs?"
Lu Ming went pale, "No, I didn't!"
"Tell the truth."
Lu Ming fell silent.
"If you tell the truth, I won't trouble you," Mo Hua said.
Then she smiled with a hint of malice, "But if you lie, the things in this mine will have a good feast tonight..."
Remembering the death of the few miners, Lu Ming shivered and immediately confessed,
"I didn't want to say anything, but when the family head asked me, I... I didn't dare not to speak..."
"What did you say exactly?"
Lu Ming replied weakly, "I just said you know formations, that you found the mining tunnel, and then you found the bodies of the miners inside. I didn't say anything else..."
"I dare not say..."
Because the other matter is related to the Lu Family.
These matters, it was he who had leaked them out.
If the Family Head knew he'd leaked the news, especially about the mine, he certainly wouldn't let him off.
Mo Hua nodded.
Being skilled in Formation, discovering the mine was something he couldn't hide. The Lu Family Head knowing about it wasn't really a big deal.
As long as he didn't know that Mo Hua was interested in the mine, that was fine.
"Alright, let's talk about the main issue."
Mo Hua took out the portraits of those few men drawn by Situ Fang and asked:
"Do you recognize these men?"
Lu Ming looked over the portraits one by one, shook his head, and said:
"I don't recognize any of them."
Mo Hua's gaze tightened.
He picked out three portraits and said to Lu Ming:
"You lied, you recognize these three portraits."
Lu Ming's mouth gaped open, "This... this..."
How did he see through him?
Could this junior cultivator actually read minds?
Mo Hua couldn't read minds.
It was just that when Lu Ming looked at those three portraits, although his expression remained unchanged, there were slight fluctuations in his Divine Sense.
Such minute fluctuations couldn't escape Mo Hua's perception.
One's expression may deceive but Divine Sense would not.
Therefore, Lu Ming certainly knew these three men.
Mo Hua's crisp voice carried a hint of chill as he warned:
"I may be young, but I have a bad temper."
"You've lied to me once, I'll remember that, but if you lie to me again..."
Mo Hua spread a bright smile, "I'll make sure you never have the chance to lie to anyone ever again!"
In Mo Hua's innocent smile, there was a hint of maliciousness.
He seemed like an Immortal child from under the seat of an Immortal, yet also like a little demon from the Underworld beckoning souls...
Lu Ming shuddered again, bitterness in his heart:
What exactly is this little ancestor's identity?
Mo Hua patted the three portraits with his small hand, "Tell me, who are these three?"
Lu Ming sighed and said dispiritedly, "They're Mining Cultivators..."
"Mining Cultivators?"
"To say they're Mining Cultivators isn't exactly right either..."
Lu Ming explained, "They are actually local ruffians from the city. Usually, they loiter for descendants of the Noble Families, bullying people by flaunting power; or they extort small merchants, exploiting locals; or they rob on the outskirts of the city to scrape up some Spirit Stones..."
"With Spirit Stones in hand, they squander in indulgences, gambling and visiting brothels."