Afterward, everyone discussed the Dao Court's arrangements for the war against the Royal Court a while longer, exchanging information.
Mo Hua silently committed every piece of news to heart.
When the banquet ended, Bai Zisheng, full and satisfied, rose to his feet. He glanced at Mo Hua and said coldly:
"If I get free, I'll slaughter you."
Mo Hua returned his gaze with a sneer. "A defeated opponent should worry about himself."
Bai Zisheng's gaze turned icy. He said nothing more, swaggering away with chains draped over his body.
No one dared stop him either.
Feng Zichen looked at Mo Hua worriedly and could not help saying, "Mo Hua, this Bai Zisheng has marked you as an enemy. Be careful." Mo Hua waved a hand and sighed. "When lice are too many, they stop itching; when enemies are too many, they stop being a worry. Plenty of people hold grudges against me. I'm used to it." Feng Zichen thought for a moment, then nodded. "That's true."
Among this hall full of Ganxue Prodigies, who did not hold at least some grudge against Mo Hua?
And if they had no grudge against Mo Hua, could they even call themselves prodigies?
Everyone nodded as well, deeply agreeing.
Still, they could not help feeling grave. Bai Zisheng was no ordinary prodigy. His background was too lofty, his bloodline too powerful, and his three-stage transformation form was truly terrifying.
Mo Hua had humiliated him time and again, even insulting him before everyone. This grudge had likely been forged very deep...
If one day Mo Hua truly fell into Bai Zisheng's hands, who knew how he would be tortured.
At the thought of Mo Hua someday being captured and tormented in every possible way by Bai Zisheng, these prodigies found it frightening.
Yet when they