Slaughter Mo
The once-noisy main tent fell so silent a needle could have been heard. Nearly everyone's gaze converged on Mo Hua.
Those gazes carried complicated emotions.
Love and hatred intertwined; anger and resentment simmered together.
Even Mo Hua himself felt somewhat... strange.
He swept his eyes over the crowd and discovered that there really were quite a few "old acquaintances" from Ganxue Prefecture among them.
Shi Tiangang of the Vajra Sect, Feng Zichen of the Xiaoyao Sect, and other familiar Eight Great Sects prodigies from the Duanjin Gate, Zixia Sect, and so on.
There were also quite a few people from the Four Great Sects: Ao Zheng of the Longding Sect, Xiao Ruohan of the Heavenly Sword Sect... Even Shen Cangfeng of the Shen Family from the Qiandao Sect was among them. His face was dark and sullen; while everyone else clamored noisily, he remained silent throughout.
Besides them, there were many scions of great clans from Dao Province, all dressed in brocade and fine robes, looking as though they stood above everyone else. Whether in Spirit Roots or cultivation methods, they were all first-rate.
Most of the Dao Province clan disciples regarded Mo Hua with caution and doubt.
The gazes of the Ganxue disciples were far more "passionate."
No one spoke. They simply watched Mo Hua in silence.
Mo Hua grew a little embarrassed under their stares. He felt that, in a situation like this, he ought to say something, so he slowly said:
"Uh... it's been a long time."
The instant he spoke, the tent erupted into an uproar once more.
"It really is Mo Hua!"
"Yes, that's right! Even if I die, I'll never forget that voice!"
"And that expression of his—those bright eyes, that innocent look, and that punchable air about him... Only he could