"Lucky boy..."
Though alternatively, one might say unlucky.
As a servant and slave, staying silent was the best way to survive long.
Once you stand out and attract the attention of these "noble" young masters and mistresses, you might not know how you died.
In all his years as a steward, he had seen far too much.
The servants eager for success, hoping to make an impression on the nobility, only to be played with out of human form by these young masters and mistresses, were countless.
Servants are slaves.
The noble are masters.
They are clearly not in the same realm, and crossing the line will surely end badly.
As the steward thought this, he led Mo Hua to a dark corner.
"Don’t blame me for not warning you, for a servant, being a slave is the best outcome, the best fate."
"Once you break free from your fate, you’re on your own, you..."
Halfway through, the steward suddenly paused, turning to find nothing behind him, Mo Hua’s figure had long since vanished.
The steward was stunned for a moment, his pupils gradually contracting.
...
Half an incense stick later, in the banquet hall, a servant approached Young Master Tuoba’s side, whispering something to him.
Young Master Tuoba’s face darkened slightly, then gradually turned to a layer of cold frost.
Something’s fishy...
He’s been fooled...
Young Master Tuoba’s voice was icy, instructing, "Seal the demon arena, catch him, don’t let him escape, or I’ll hold you accountable."
The servant replied, trembling, "Yes..."
Young Master Shi seemed to have realized something as well, his face turning terrifyingly dark.
Miss Hua, however, appeared nonchalant, only thinking to herself:
"As expected, if others snatch it, it must be good. This boy, next time if I catch you, I’ll show you the consequences of a ’toy’ running away..."
In Miss Hua’s eyes, there was a trace of malevolent amusement.
...
Outside the demon arena, in a small alley.
Mo Hua gradually emerged.
Those cultivators in the demon arena could never see through his concealment, much less catch him.
The situation has changed now, clearly unable to stay hidden in the demon arena any longer.
But having to leave now, the big tiger can’t be rescued temporarily either.
He would leave first, the big tiger would be fine for now.
If he forcibly escaped with the big tiger, even if he could escape, the big tiger couldn’t, possibly even dying during the escape.
Mo Hua sighed, slightly irritated at heart.
That Young Master Shi, Young Master Tuoba, and that inexplicable Miss Hua...
These three fools had ruined his plan.
If not for their suspicions and paranoia, he could have stayed a while longer.
Mo Hua really wanted to kill all three with a single sword.
Now rescuing his big tiger had become troublesome again.
Mo Hua frowned deeply, lost in thought, when suddenly he heard a commotion, looked up to see a strong blood qi and the uniform sound of clashing metal, shaking the heavens and earth.
"This is..."
Mo Hua’s gaze tightened:
"Taoist Soldiers?!"