Every Ghost Daoist was not him.
Yet every Ghost Daoist was him.
So long as a wisp of Ghostly Thought-Force remained undying, he could live forever, indestructible and immortal.
Just thinking about it made Mo Hua's scalp tingle.
He had not forgotten that there was deeply entangled Karma and enmity between him and his Martial Uncle.
He himself was magnanimous and could overlook his Martial Uncle's attempts to make things difficult for him.
But his Martial Uncle was probably petty. If he seized an opportunity, he definitely would not let Mo Hua off. The moment he saw him or sensed his presence, Mo Hua might be in grave danger.
Previously, he had deliberately avoided his Martial Uncle. But as his cultivation realm rose, he became increasingly entangled in all manner of events, and their Karma became ever more apparent. Mo Hua always felt that the distance between him and his Martial Uncle was invisibly growing smaller.
There was even another possibility...
"Perhaps I've already encountered Martial Uncle at certain times and in certain places, but simply failed to realize it?"
The instant that thought surfaced, Mo Hua could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
It was absolutely possible. In fact, the possibility was not small at all.
Mo Hua felt a lingering chill of fear.
Then he repeatedly shook his head, stripping those thoughts from his mind.
"No, I can't keep thinking about this..."
His Martial Uncle had never been someone he could deal with in the first place.
There was no use overthinking it. Not only was it useless, it might even backfire and bring trouble upon himself.
What if he talked about his Martial Uncle too much and truly summoned him here? Then he would be finished...
Mo Hua cast aside those distracting thoughts and turned to