The faces of the other Cultivators tensed.
“Boss, what should we do?”
After pondering for a moment, Boss Jiang looked at the ruined temple and spoke loudly, “Whichever Taoist Friend is present, why not show yourself?”
“Meeting by chance is fate…”
“We have no quarrel with you, and we will not harm you. A random meeting in the wilds can lead to friendship…”
…
Boss Jiang spoke politely, but Mo Hua remained unmoved.
One cannot see the heart through the belly. How could he know whether this group was good or bad?
Boss Jiang had exhausted his words, and seeing that there was still no response from the surroundings, his eyes grew cold, and he said sternly:
“If this Taoist Friend won’t show common decency, don’t blame me for being discourteous…”
“Once I tear down this ruined temple and smash this divine statue, leveling this place to the ground, let’s see where you can hide…”
Tear down the temple?
Mo Hua was taken aback, and glancing down, he saw Lord Yellow Mountain, the spirit residing in the divine statue, looking indignant yet helpless.
The Mountain God was now in shambles and stood no chance against this band of Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
If his dwelling – the clay statue – was destroyed, he truly might lose his foundation.
Mo Hua didn’t particularly care.
The mountain was vast, the night was deep, and even if the temple was torn down, he could still flee, but Lord Yellow Mountain couldn’t run from the mountain god’s temple…
He still had a host of questions to ask this destitute Mountain God.
After some thought, Mo Hua dispelled his Concealment Technique and called out crisply:
“I’m coming out!”
Boss Jiang was startled by the sound. He had thought that anyone daring to stop here in the dark of the night must be a seasoned traveler, experienced in the ways of the wild.
But why did the voice sound so young?
Before he could gather his thoughts, he saw a young Cultivator jump down from the rafters, petite in stature with a handsome face and innocent expression.
Boss Jiang was stunned, and then felt a chill in his heart, he couldn’t help but ask:
“Are you human, or a ghost?”
Mo Hua glanced at him disdainfully, “Are you the ghost?”
Boss Jiang saw that Mo Hua’s voice and appearance were vibrant and lively, indeed not like a spirit but a real, live, young Cultivator, and he relaxed slightly.
But then he furrowed his brows again, “Are you alone?”
Naturally, Mo Hua wasn’t going to say he was alone, and simply replied:
“I got separated from my master and fellow senior and junior disciples. I was resting in this ruined temple temporarily and will look for them tomorrow.”
With a Sect…
Boss Jiang’s brow furrowed slightly but did not take it to heart.
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