As if… he was on his way to make a casual visit?
This youngster… quite bold…
Didn’t he know who he was dealing with?
Gui Tao remained silent, continuing to lead the way.
Mo Hua, with hands clasped behind his back, followed.
Walking along, Mo Hua began to feel bored.
His “Uncle” was limping, walking too slowly…
At this rate, getting to Li Mountain City would take forever.
Mo Hua wanted to ask but didn’t quite dare; he feared provoking his Uncle’s ire.
Yet, after some time, he could no longer restrain himself and moved closer, whispering:
“Uncle, aren’t you in a hurry?”
“Aren’t you walking, just a bit too slow…?”
“At this rate, my master will end up caught by those Demon Heads…”
“Won’t you walk a bit faster?”
…
Gui Tao’s pace faltered, but he did not respond, simply continuing forward.
Seeing no reaction but no anger either, Mo Hua felt reassured and grew bolder.
“Probably I haven’t struck the right chord, so my Uncle couldn’t be bothered to answer…”
Mo Hua then picked some other topics to inquire about:
“Uncle, what do you want to do when you find my master?”
“Uncle, are you on bad terms with my master?”
“Uncle, are Taoists really powerful?”
“Uncle, does everyone who undergoes ‘Planting Devil in Taoist Heart’ surely die?”
“Uncle…”
…
Chattering non-stop like a little chatterbox, Mo Hua talked incessantly.
At last, Gui Tao couldn’t stand it anymore, stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and looked at Mo Hua with his pitch-black pupils.
Mo Hua immediately fell silent.
Afterward, the remainder of the journey was silent; they passed through a small mountain village.
The village was sparsely populated, usually inhabited by poor Loose Cultivators living off Spirit Plants, secluded and undisturbed.
On the right-hand side of the road, there was a small noodle shop.
Amidst the green mountains and rivers, the aroma of noodles wafted out.
Mo Hua halted.
Gui Tao walked on, then noticing Mo Hua had stopped, turned back with a vacant and cold gaze.
“I’m hungry, I can’t go any further…” Mo Hua stated truthfully.
He had been walking for a day and a night now.
He was not a Body Cultivator, and with little strength, he had sustained himself on the tension of the journey and hadn’t felt fatigued.
But now that he had relaxed and smelled the enticing fragrance, he felt ravenously hungry and couldn’t walk another step.
Gui Tao looked at Mo Hua, his expression becoming complex.