True Person Zhuge was accustomed to refinement and nobility.
He had never imagined that someone in this world could have skin so thick. In the blink of an eye, the boy had struck while the iron was hot, clinging to the Snake's body as it climbed the pole and trying to claim a connection with him.
The crucial thing was, it would have been one thing if he had tried to forge ties earlier.
The moment True Person Zhuge said he was from the Void Gate, this brat followed his lead and immediately swore with utter conviction that he, too, was from the Void Gate.
It was too far-fetched, too deliberate, and far too blunt.
Wasn't this a living, breathing little rascal?
True Person Zhuge grumbled inwardly and could not help asking Mo Hua:
"If I said I came from the Dao Prefecture, would you say you were the same, a disciple of the Dao Prefecture as well?"
"I couldn't do that." Mo Hua shook his head. "I'm from the Void Gate! It has nothing to do with any Dao Prefecture."
True Person Zhuge said, "You're quite principled."
The Golden-Clad Noble Young Master looked at Mo Hua with a half-smile. "This brat isn't stupid, at least. He knows to find a thigh to hug. His methods are just too crude, and his skin a little too thick. You say you're from the Void Gate—does that make you a Void Gate disciple?"
"I really am," Mo Hua said.
The Golden-Clad Noble Young Master looked disdainful. "Would the Void Gate take someone like you?"
Mo Hua was displeased. "What's wrong with me?"
"What Spirit Root do you have?"
"Mid-low grade."
The Golden-Clad Noble Young Master said, "Leaving everything else aside, today's Void Gate is the foremost great sect in Ganxue Prefecture, its