Mo Hua?

Mo Hua?

Mo Hua moved a little closer, and then he heard the arguing inside the main tent grow even louder, thick with fury as they accused and cursed one another.

"Useless! A pack of people with empty reputations..."

"...A few days ago, if you lot hadn't dragged us down, we would have taken that Bai Zisheng long ago!"

"Not enough to accomplish anything, more than enough to ruin everything!"

Mixed in were the sounds of tables being slapped, curses, and retorts:

"What are you talking about?"

"Who's not enough to accomplish anything and more than enough to ruin everything? I'd say you're the useless ones..."

Someone sneered. "...You couldn't even catch a mere Bai Zisheng. Isn't that not enough to accomplish anything?"

"Didn't you say Ganxue Prefecture was a sacred land of cultivation, where the talents of the Nine Provinces gathered and heavenly prodigies emerged one after another? Where are the heavenly prodigies? So many people besieged one Bai Zisheng, and you still couldn't take him down."

"In my view, Ganxue Prefecture is only so-so."

"Deceiving the world and stealing a name..."

This sentence drew another round of shouts. "Bullshit!"

"Utter nonsense!"

"We didn't catch him, but did you catch him?"

"Weren't the geniuses of your Dao Province beaten by that Bai Zisheng until they pissed themselves and fled?"

There came the sound of a table shattering, and the sound of wine cups being smashed. "Bullshit your mother! Who pissed themselves and fled?!"

Someone said coldly, "That Bai Zisheng was nothing but a defeated opponent of mine. In less than ten exchanges, I had him suppressed. He was no match for me and could only turn and flee."

"If not for Bai Zisheng's excellent movement technique, and his single-minded flight for his life, I would have taken him down