While searching, Sword Bone’s voice came from the severed sword:
"Someone’s coming!"
Mo Hua also sensed it, he glanced around to confirm he hadn’t left any too-obvious traces, then felt relieved.
Afterward, he flipped and jumped onto the head of the Sheep-Horned Demon Monster statue, slid down along the statue’s back, and quietly hid behind it.
Meanwhile, the Stone Palace’s door opened.
A man dressed in black stood at the forefront, of stout stature, and imposing presence.
"This is the ’Leader’."
The Sword Demon whispered.
Mo Hua was slightly startled.
This black-clad leader wore a cloak, concealing most of his face, so his features were unclear, but his aura suggested he was far from an ordinary monster cultivator.
Even compared to monster cultivators, he seemed more like a "sect disciple."
And not just an ordinary sect disciple.
More like a ’Big Senior Brother’ in the sect, with extremely high prestige.
Behind the black-clad leader was another person.
This person was also tall but slightly hunched, displaying a respectful attitude.
Mo Hua recognized him; it was the one who stole his Pig Monster, and was later hung up, stripped, and drawn with a turtle — the Sever Gold Sect senior brother, Jin Gui.
Concurrently, he was also the newly appointed "steward" who recently became a monster cultivator and was tasked with overseeing the Ten Thousand Demons Prison.
Mo Hua silently speculated in his heart:
"This Sever Gold Sect’s Jin Gui shows such deference to this black-clad leader, and they seem quite familiar."
"Could this black-clad leader also be from Sever Gold Sect?"
On the other side, the black-clad leader and Jin Gui walked into the Stone Palace.
As they walked, they talked, continuing all the way to the center of the hall, still discussing some secret matters in low voices.
They were so focused that they hadn’t noticed the hall had already been infiltrated, let alone realized someone was hiding behind the sheep-horned statue.
"...What happened?"
"Some anomaly..."
"Failing the task, I cannot explain to the young master..."
"Senior brother..."
"Don’t call me senior brother."
...
Hiding behind the statue, Mo Hua slightly paused upon hearing, thinking it confirmed his suspicion.
Sever Gold Sect...
This is going to be trouble.
In the hall, the two continued their conversation.
Mo Hua involuntarily perked up his ears, wanting to hear more secrets, but crouching like this to listen was slightly uncomfortable.
Mo Hua glanced back, grabbed the sheep horn skull from the altar central, placed it beneath himself, and sat down on it.