"You spineless coward!"
"You foolishly loyal idiot!"
...
The two Qian Family elders were slinging insults at each other non-stop.
Some Qian Family disciples became frightened and secretly abandoned their swords. With time, more and more disciples discarded their weapons.
In the blink of an eye, most of the Qian Family disciples were unarmed.
Some Qian Family disciples who intended to fight also abandoned their intentions.
Elder Yu sneered, "Qian Old Dog, you’ve been abandoned by everyone."
The Patriarch of the Qian Family shook his head and sighed, "Indeed, I did not misjudge. When disaster strikes, even one’s closest kin cannot be relied upon."
Elder Yu, with one arm severed, pointed his sword at the Patriarch of the Qian Family with his remaining arm, "A person like you does not deserve kin."
"I have one question that I haven’t figured out until now..."
The seemingly cornered Patriarch of the Qian Family did not panic but showed confusion instead.
"Black Mountain Stronghold has been secretive in its actions, whether it was murder or plunder. For over two hundred years, it has never been discovered. Those who knew about Black Mountain Stronghold either joined or were dead."
"I also hid it very well. Apart from a scarce few, no one knew of my relationship with Black Mountain Stronghold, nor did anyone know I built this stronghold, raising so many Evil Cultivators, and even less so, what I used these Evil Cultivators for..."
"But why is it that all of a sudden, Black Mountain Stronghold has been discovered?"
"Why did the Taoist Soldiers arrive so fast?"
"I don’t even know how the news got leaked."
"The only thing I know is that someone tampered with the formation array within the stronghold."
"But who has the ability to tamper with Black Mountain Stronghold’s formation map right under the noses of my four Mid Foundation Establishment Householders and hundreds of Evil Cultivators?"
"Who is it that unraveled the mystery and discovered my secret?"
"Who let my two-hundred-year effort in building Black Mountain Stronghold come to naught in an instant!"
The Patriarch of the Qian Family looked around, his blood-colored eyes shining intensely:
"I want to meet the person responsible for this!"
The aura around the Patriarch of the Qian Family surged.
Mo Hua, who was hiding at a distance secretly watching the drama, was stunned upon hearing this.
The person the Patriarch of the Qian Family was talking about... seemed to be himself?
Startled, Mo Hua instantly shrank back.
He had no wish to meet the Qian Family patriarch—best to be forever apart; if the patriarch died and he lived, then they would never meet...
Mo Hua thought to himself silently, but then doubt crept in.
No, that’s not right!
How could the Patriarch of the Qian Family fail to guess it was him?