After returning to the Azure Wolf Sect, Mo Hua lay on a soft, luxurious bed, unable to calm his heart for a long while.
Only after a long time did he temporarily put aside what he had seen and heard during the day and begin considering the matters of the Azure Wolf Sect.
First was Elder Ji from earlier that day.
This Elder Ji was definitely the Azure Wolf Sect's professional pimp, a "madam" skilled at sugar-coated bullets, bewitching hearts and leading people astray.
But what Mo Hua cared about was something else.
There was a deep scar across Elder Ji's chest.
At first, Mo Hua had not paid it much mind.
It was perfectly normal for cultivators to bear scars, especially in the Azure Wolf Sect, a sect with such "improper" ways, where fighting and killing were unavoidable.
But later, Mo Hua noticed something was off.
He had actually caught a trace of familiar aura from that wound.
While they were in the Golden Gambling Den, with people's hearts stirred by greed and desire and a muddle of auras everywhere, Mo Hua conducted a brief deduction.
In that instant, Great Black Mountain surfaced in his mind.
Fragmented, broken black-and-white images flickered past one after another.
It seemed that cultivators were hunting a demon beast.
The demon beast roared and tore open a cultivator's chest.
Then furious cries rang out, and both sides descended into even fiercer battle...
Mo Hua had given nothing away at the time, but recalling it now made his heart tremble slightly.
"The scar on Elder Ji's chest was left by my Big Tiger?"
"The Azure Wolf Sect... captured my Big Tiger?"
"Why?"
Mo Hua frowned, sensing that something about this was not right.
And... the timing did not add up either...
The Azure Wolf Sect