Bi Jie had seen through it. This Danzhu wore a hypocritical mask on the surface, but underneath, he truly was black-hearted. From the very beginning, he had used the pretext of saving people to seize the Shugu Secret Tribe's hidden trove from the Bifang Tribe.
Otherwise, were a mere few hundred lowborn tribesmen of the Danque Tribe worth this pampered young master risking blades and spears to rescue in person? Now that the people had been saved, he began putting on airs and hesitating.
Damn it, he really was a hypocritical thing.
Bi Jie's face darkened like still water. "Danzhu, are you going back on your word?"
Danzhu, who had been honest, kind, and true to his word all his life, was immediately left speechless, unsure how to answer Bi Jie's accusation. Mo Hua sighed softly to himself.
Thin-skinned youths were just like this. They could not even tell a lie.
Mo Hua's expression turned solemn as he slowly said, "Young Master Danzhu is benevolent at heart and cherishes life. He does not wish for you to die here. The young master is saving you—"
Bi Jie's gaze turned icy as he stared directly at Mo Hua. "What do you mean?"
Mo Hua then said sternly:
"A great evil has descended upon this Stone Hall. It is a place of immense terror. Though the God Lord bestowed grace, and this shaman borrowed the God Lord's mighty power to wipe out this great fiendish evil, the fiendish evil's curse still pervades the hall."
"If you barge in rashly and evil thoughts invade your minds, at best you will lose your sanity. At worst... you will become like Elder Cang—puppets of evil thoughts, man-eating beasts, forever fallen onto the path of beasts, beyond all hope of redemption."
Mo Hua wore a look