Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu into the Grand Hall of Ten Thousand Demons. In an instant, countless demonic cultivators turned frenzied or venomous gazes toward them.
Most were looking at Mr. Tu.
Yet quite a few demonic cultivators were looking at Mo Hua instead.
A flicker of astonishment appeared on many demonic cultivators' faces.
They did not understand why Mr. Tu had brought such an unfamiliar and unusual youth behind him.
Mo Hua was handsome, dressed in the Daoist Robe of an orthodox sect, his aura pure and unworldly. Yet he wore an ancient Bone Tooth Headband across his forehead, lending him a touch of exotic Wilderness charm. He seemed both righteous and wicked, both pristine and wild. His bearing was exceedingly unusual—like both a prodigy of the orthodox path and a Holy Son of the Wilderness.
Everyone began speculating about Mo Hua's identity, and the hall fell quiet for a time.
Mr. Tu led Mo Hua to the seat of honor at the height of the hall and sat down.
Mo Hua had no seat, so he stood openly and naturally at Mr. Tu's side.
One demonic cultivator after another scrutinized Mo Hua, but no one spoke.
Then Ghost-Head Monk, a monk with a skull necklace around his neck, seemed to recognize something. His eyes widened abruptly as he slowly said:
"Mr. Tu... could this boy be..."
Mr. Tu nodded. "His name is Mo Hua."
The moment those two words were spoken, the entire hall erupted.
"Mo Hua!"
"The Eight Great Sects' prodigy, Ganxue Array Dao Leader, the Void Gate's Crown Prince..."
"So it's this monster!"
"Mr. Tu actually captured this boy too? His methods truly reach the heavens."
Mo Hua was a little dazed. He had not even known when he had become so famous. These Golden