Mo Hua looked up and saw the tall, handsome but displeased face of Gu Changhuai, as if someone owed him money.
"Uncle Gu?"
Mo Hua felt guilty, instinctively wanting to stash away the storage bag.
But halfway through, he realized something.
Why is he feeling nervous?
Mo Hua smugly said, "These are the New Year gifts given to me personally by the elders of the Gu Family, and out of politeness, I accepted them!"
Gu Changhuai heard this and couldn’t help but twitch his forehead.
This little rascal Mo Hua is getting along better and better in the Gu Family.
Even better than him, a direct member of the Gu Family.
At least in celebrations, he never received so many "gifts" from so many elders.
Gu Changhuai’s feelings became complex for a moment.
Mo Hua ignored him and continued examining his "little gifts," when suddenly he looked up and asked in confusion:
"Uncle Gu, when did you return?"
"What return? I never went out." Gu Changhuai said.
"Never went out?" Mo Hua was stunned, "Then how come I didn’t see you at the banquet?"
"No appetite." Gu Changhuai’s face showed unhappiness.
Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously and couldn’t help but sigh:
"Uncle Gu, I must say, you’re so old now, and your cultivation has reached the Golden Core stage, yet you still act like a child, sulking with your family..."
Gu Changhuai felt his teeth itch, and he rubs Mo Hua’s head in irritation, "You’re just a little brat with less than two decades of cultivation, what do you know?"
Mo Hua rubbed his forehead and tidied his hair, muttering softly:
"Less than two decades, I’ll be twenty after the New Year!"
Gu Changhuai sneered, "I’m over two hundred years old."
"That’s why I say, you’re over two hundred years old, you should be as mature as I am..." Mo Hua said earnestly.
Gu Changhuai was annoyed.
Were it not for Mo Hua’s weak constitution and lack of body refinement, he would have "sparred" with him vigorously.
Currently, he can’t hit, can’t scold, and there’s also a cousin protecting him.
The group of elders in the Gu Family also treat him with respect.
Gu Changhuai’s face darkened, and he shook his sleeve saying, "You play here by yourself, I’m leaving."
If I can’t provoke him, can I at least avoid him?
As Gu Changhuai turned to leave, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and hurriedly shouted, "Uncle Gu, I have some serious business to discuss with you."
"Serious business?" Gu Changhuai paused, frowning slightly, "What serious business?"
Mo Hua looked around and saw no one else, then beckoned Gu Changhuai closer.
Gu Changhuai stood still for a while before reluctantly walking over and sitting down beside Mo Hua.
The two sat side by side on the steps.
Mo Hua whispered, "It’s about the Yu family’s water fort."
Gu Changhuai’s gaze tightened slightly.
Mo Hua said, "This case has dragged on for a long time, is there any progress over at the Taoist Court?"
"This is the Taoist Court’s business, don’t meddle in it," Gu Changhuai said.
This answer from Gu Changhuai was expected by Mo Hua.
Uncle Gu’s personality is sometimes quite coy; when asked, he might obfuscate, hesitating to share.
This character trait is quite troublesome.
Mo Hua then asked, "What about ’Water Yama’?"
"That’s also the Taoist Court’s..."
"This time it isn’t!" Mo Hua said.
Water Yama was a name he deduced while calculating causality from that blood oath list.
He could assert that Water Yama was surely related to the massacre at the Yu family’s water fort.
But currently, there’s no obvious linkage between the two.
This matter isn’t included within the Taoist Court’s investigation scope.
Gu Changhuai paused and said helplessly, "I can only say a little about Water Yama..."
"Hmm hmm," Mo Hua nodded.