Why?
Mo Hua was puzzled.
Do these Heavenly Pride disciples internally remember themselves like this?
Am I really worth their remembrance?
However, time was of the essence; he had no leisure to delve deeper but followed the cause to continue the search.
Soon, he found his first target.
And this person was considered an "old friend" of Mo Hua’s, Song Jian, whom he had planted as an "agent" within Sever Gold Sect.
Song Jian was not alone; he was surrounded by fifteen Sever Gold Sect disciples.
As the leading talent of Sever Gold Sect, naturally, many fellow disciples followed him, taking his lead.
Now trapped in the Evil Path Great Formation, filled with ominousness at every turn, they were evidently "banding together for warmth," searching for a way out.
But the Evil Path Great Formation, with death traps at every step, offers no chance of survival—it’s not that easy to navigate.
Song Jian’s brows furrowed, his face grave, uneasy and restless. It was at this moment he spotted Mo Hua.
Song Jian was first stunned, then secretly delighted, yet on his face showed anger. He immediately drew his sword, pointing at Mo Hua, gritting his teeth in fury:
"Mo Hua — enemies are bound to meet, finally I meet you, today you are doomed to die!"
Having said that, he charged forward, urging Sever Gold Sword Qi without hesitation, initially attacking Mo Hua.
Cheng Mo dashed up, swinging his two axes, blocking Song Jian’s Sever Gold Sword.
Linghu Xiao extended his fingers, condensing Chongxu Sword Qi, knocking Song Jian back.
Song Jian retreated, falling back into the crowd.
Mo Hua sneered, "The Sever Gold Sword Jue, nothing more than this."
Song Jian was furious but seemed wary of Linghu Xiao and the five Tai’a brothers beside Mo Hua, refraining from making rash moves, instead telling his disciples:
"Taixu Gate is formidable, we cannot face them head-on; let’s leave."
He turned to step away but was called back by Mo Hua: "Song Jian."
Song Jian looked back.
Mo Hua said blandly: "By the Evil Path Great Formation’s design, dangers lurk at every corner; you won’t find your way out alone. Why not join hands with Taixu Gate and seek a path to survival?"
Song Jian sneered, "Wishful thinking. Sever Gold Sect and Taixu Gate are enemies; how could I join forces with Taixu Gate?"
Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened, "Do you not care for yourself, nor these fifteen fellow disciples behind you?"
"Without my guidance, trapped in the Evil Formation, you face certain death."
"You’re all first-rate Heavenly Pride of this Sever Gold Sect batch—if you perish..." Mo Hua chuckled, "The loss for Sever Gold Sect would be immense."
Song Jian’s face turned ashen, hesitating in his heart.
Moments later, he said gravely, "Do you truly...hold the key to our escape?"
Mo Hua boasted, "Don’t forget, I’m the Qianxue Array Dao Leader."
Song Jian’s eyes turned solemn, his heart seemed to undergo a celestial battle, and finally, he gritted his teeth:
"Fine! I’ll agree with you!"
Having spoken, Song Jian turned back, earnestly addressing other Sever Gold Sect disciples:
"Sever Gold Sect’s feud with Taixu Gate, joining forces with Mo Hua is solely my decision. It doesn’t implicate you. If sect elders hold you accountable, feel free to blame it on me."
Song Jian’s expression was resolute.
A wave of emotion swept through the Sever Gold Sect disciples, inspiring their spirits, prompting them to salute earnestly:
"Your actions, enduring shame for responsibility, safeguard our well-being."
"We shall accompany you through thick and thin, united in glory and adversity, thereafter through flames and tribulation without hesitation!"
Song Jian looked comforted and then glanced at Mo Hua, with an expression tinged with sadness and anger, "Please show us the way."
Mo Hua nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.