On the other side of the screen, the guy watching the live broadcast muttered, "The guy on the other side is an Evil Cultivator too. Hmm, I've got an idea. The Patriarch will take the blame." He then ran straight off to find his junior sister and shouted, "Junior Sister, Junior Sister, what was the Patriarch's birth date and time again?"
A woman in plain robes frowned and said, "Senior Brother, what do you need the Patriarch's birth date and time for?"
The young man chuckled. "I just mocked a streamer for being bad at a game. He's an Evil Cultivator, and he said he was going to come after me in real life. I want to give him the Patriarch's name and make his curse fail and backfire, so he'll vomit blood."
The woman in plain robes nodded. "Senior Brother, that's a good idea, but... what if the Patriarch is dead?"
The young man burst out laughing. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Our Patriarch is Yu Jizi, the nominal disciple of Great Master Xuandu."
The woman in plain robes giggled and told the young man the birth date and time of the Patriarch's statue. The young man immediately posted a bullet comment: "Watch closely. The birth date and time are the Jiachen Year, Dingyou Month, Bingchen Day, you son of a... &*%...*&*()"
Xuan Mo's face instantly darkened. "That kid on the other side is doomed. Let me see... Hmm, he still has some Human Sect fortune protecting him? A Shushan lineage? And he has something like this? What has that Xuandu kid been doing? Looks like he's Xuandu's nominal disciple..." As he spoke, Xuan Mo casually tapped the table and said, "To hell with you. Whether you're Xuandu's disciple or Eldest Master's grand-disciple, I'll cut nine layers off your cultivation first."