After finishing his salute, just as Zhang Quan was about to say something,
the fire in the hall flickered, and with a hurried glance, he suddenly saw the diminutive Mo Hua at Lu Chengyun's side.
He thought he had seen wrongly.
Zhang Quan blinked, and once he recognized Mo Hua's small face, his eyes bulged out in anger.
He pointed at Mo Hua, trembling, "Lu Family Head, this..."
Lu Chengyun introduced him:
"This little gentleman here is a remarkable Formation Master named Mo Hua."
Zhang Quan needed no introduction.
Mo Hua's eyebrows and every smile, like a branding iron, were seared into his Sea of Consciousness, the mere recollection of which stirred in him a tormenting blend of fury and pain.
The sole wish of his earlier life was to refine an unrivaled zombie.
For the latter half, it was to let this zombie devour Mo Hua.
Zhang Quan, having hidden here for so long, thought daily of killing Mo Hua.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that he could personally lay eyes on the lively and bouncing Mo Hua here in the Corpse Mine.
Zhang Quan, unable to hold back, glared with fury, ready to lash out and slay Mo Hua there and then.
Detecting Zhang Quan's murderous intent, Mo Hua immediately hid behind Lu Chengyun, poking his little head out, and sticking out his tongue at Zhang Quan.
Zhang Quan nearly fainted from anger again.
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His mind slipped from his grasp, and he could bear it no longer, a palm striking toward Mo Hua.
The force of the palm was solid, with spiritual power materialized, aiming to put Mo Hua to death.
Yet this palm, halfway through its course, was blocked by Lu Chengyun.
"Brother Zhang, don't be impulsive,"
Lu Chengyun's expression was mild, but his tone was ice cold.
Zhang Quan, filled with dread, finally calmed down, but with lingering rage barely subsiding, he said fiercely:
"Family Head, this brat... he... "
Lu Chengyun said indifferently: "I know, you have grievances, but that's all in the past now..."
Zhang Quan said in disbelief, "Why?"
Lu Chengyun slowly said:
"Because our grand endeavor requires the help of the little gentleman, the current Mr. Mo is our honored guest, and hence must not be offended."
Mo Hua also nodded and added:
"Exactly! Exactly!"
Zhang Quan was infuriated, but helpless all the same.
He glanced at Lu Chengyun, whose expression was cold and detached, his gaze filled with suppressed anger. After a while, his face flushed red and then turned pale, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Fine, I will let it go!"
Having said that, Zhang Quan, pointing at Mo Hua, said:
"But he must return what he stole from me!"
Mo Hua continued to feign ignorance, "I don't remember stealing anything from you."
Zhang Quan, infuriated and itching to retaliate, said, "The altar's!"
"Oh," Mo Hua blinked, "those things were yours, huh? I saw no one wanted them, so I just took them. Even if they are trash, they shouldn't be wasted, right?"
Zhang Quan's breath got caught in his throat, unable to speak.
Lu Chengyun, somewhat exasperated, said, "Little gentleman, stop provoking him."
So Mo Hua stopped talking.
Lu Chengyun heaved a sigh and continued:
"It appears to be a misunderstanding. Why not return the items to their original owner and let bygones be bygones? Little gentleman, what do you say?"
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said to Zhang Quan:
"Alright, I will do so in the face of the Lu Family Head."
Mo Hua began to look through his storage bag, finding the disassembled parts of the Corpse Controlling Bell scattered in a corner of the bag.
The Corpse Controlling Bell, after being taken apart by his junior sister, was never put back together.
Since there were no good Formation Patterns inside, Mo Hua had forgotten about it.
Mo Hua took these fragments of the Corpse Controlling Bell and, with a rustling sound, presented them with both hands, scattering them on the table.
Zhang Quan was dumbfounded at the sight.