As the air fell silent, Gu Changhuai, Gu An, Gu Quan, and Yu Cangming stood frozen in place. Mo Hua spoke up:
"We should get moving. If those Great Demons come back, we'll be in trouble."
Gu Changhuai still looked stunned. "Are you really... Mo Hua?"
Mo Hua nodded.
Gu Changhuai studied him again. The boy he had once known so well had become a stranger after ten years apart.
Mo Hua had grown into his looks, elegant and handsome, and there was a strangely oppressive air about him.
Gu Changhuai opened his mouth, then found he had no idea what to say.
Yu Cangming, however, stared at Mo Hua with narrowed pupils. "Young Master, did you... kill the Demon Flood Dragon Mountain Master, the Silver Corpse Elder, and the Ghost Child Loose Cultivator?"
Disbelief filled his aged voice.
"How could I?" Mo Hua said. "I'm only at the Golden Core Early Stage..."
He had no intention of taking the blame and drawing a host of enemies down on himself.
Yu Cangming paused, then frowned.
"Then why did those Demonic Path giants retreat after just a few words from you?"
"I don't know," Mo Hua said. "I just threw out a few threats to scare them. Who knew they'd scare so easily? Seems people who cultivate demonic arts mostly have something wrong with their heads..."
Yu Cangming's expression was a sight to behold.
Gu Changhuai sighed, though, feeling a trace of familiarity return.
Yes... that mouthful of outrageous lies was Mo Hua, all right.
He had been like this since he was little. He could spin nonsense without blinking, no matter how wildly fanciful the lie.
Yu Cangming knew Young Master Mo was probably making it all up, but he cared less about that than about the young man's true