If he had not truly been afraid—truly unable to defeat Mo Hua—Wu Ming would have wanted to stab Mo Hua with a single blade right then and there.
The "great enemy" he had obsessed over day and night had actually forgotten who he was?
Suppressing his anger, Wu Ming said, "Sword Discussion Assembly, Twelve Streams, Spirit Talisman Sect's Wu Ming..."
Hearing this, Mo Hua traced his memories back and only then vaguely recalled that, during the Sword Discussion Assembly years ago, he seemed to have crossed hands with this Wu Ming.
But when all was said and done, their only interaction had been a few Fireball Techniques. Naturally, Mo Hua had not paid much attention to it.
And besides... Spirit Talisman Sect...
It was not that Mo Hua discriminated against sects. It was simply that Ganxue had the Four Sects and Eight Gates, with so many gifted prodigies that he might not remember them all.
Much less a disciple named "Unknown" from the Spirit Talisman Sect, a sect among the Twelve Streams with whom he had barely had any dealings...
It truly was difficult to leave an impression.
Still, when traveling outside, one always had to give others some face. Especially children of Great Clans like these; they cared deeply about face.
So Mo Hua cupped his hands and said, "So it was Young Master Wu. Long time no see..."
Wu Ming kept a cold face, without the slightest hint of pleasure.
Mo Hua asked, "Young Master Wu, what did you come to see me for?"
Wu Ming had brought a great many people with him. Under normal circumstances, he was probably here to beat Mo Hua to death.
But this was Houtu City, where private fighting was forbidden.
Wu Ming sneered. "I did not come today with any particular