Mo Hua wasn’t wearing a sect Taoist robe, only ordinary clothes, though simply dressed, his face was handsome as jade, gaze clear as water, and his air was unusual, not inferior to him who served as an elder in the family for years.
The green-clothed cultivator knew this young man, with an unclear background, wasn’t someone easy to provoke, so he said:
"Even if sir knows Ye, it doesn’t matter, the boat is already full, can’t take others, young sir sees to yourself, Ye bids farewell..."
The green-clothed cultivator gave a perfunctory bow, stood and left.
Without looking at Mo Hua, eyes straight ahead, as he moved past Mo Hua, almost out of the private room, he heard Mo Hua’s cold voice from behind:
"Your pair of children, all dead, aren’t they..."
The green-clothed cultivator’s body shook, suddenly turning back, eyes red as he looked at Mo Hua, voice trembling:
"You... who exactly are you?"
Mo Hua calmly replied: "Do you want revenge?"
The green-clothed cultivator suppressed his emotions, calmly said:
"Life and death are natural, with life comes death, for all humanity. My pair of children merely left before me..."
Mo Hua said: "Your son died on Mistwater River, the boat was capsized, throat slit, and was dismembered and eaten by a water demon..."
"Your daughter died in the sect. She lit a great fire, burning herself alive, intending to turn into a fierce ghost to seek revenge against those who wronged her..."
Mo Hua’s words cut into the man’s heart like daggers.
The man clenched his fists, nails digging into his flesh, eventually sighed, indifferently said:
"They’re all dead already, speaking of this serves no purpose, I’m just lingering to end my remaining days..."
"No," Mo Hua shook his head, looking at the green-clothed cultivator, silently said: "You want revenge."
He could perceive the deep anger and boundless hatred in the man’s divine soul.
Middle-aged, bereaved of both children.
This unwilling hatred, red as blood.
The green-clothed cultivator, his hidden thoughts exposed by Mo Hua, his expression drastically changed, eyes even showing a hint of killing intent.
Mo Hua, however, calmly said: "Not trusting me, you’ll never avenge in your lifetime."
Never avenge in a lifetime...
Never avenge in your lifetime!!
This sentence seemed to infuriate the green-clothed cultivator, his expression angered, the long-suppressed malice surged, even disrupting his sanity.
In an instant, his eyes were full of blood threads, fiercely looking at Mo Hua, as if taking him for an enemy.
Mo Hua showed no emotion, eyes briefly flashing with a golden sword light.
In just a moment of eye contact with this sword light, the green-clothed cultivator’s long-suppressed killing intent and malice disintegrated like an avalanche.
He only felt a piercing pain in his divine sense, his mind muddled.
But Mo Hua’s hand was light, stopping at an appropriate point, and soon enough, the man regained his senses, malice dissipated, and his mind cleared.
He glanced at Mo Hua with lingering fear, eyes full of deep apprehension:
"You... who are you?"
Mo Hua maintained a calm demeanor, saying nothing.
The man, perceiving Mo Hua’s reluctance to reveal his identity, asked no more.
Then he furrowed his brows, hesitating for a long while, finally heaving a deep sigh, slowly said:
"Alright, if I can avenge my unjustly dead children, I can do anything..."