Yu Cangming's emotions churned. His gaze was icy, and the killing intent around him ran as deep as dark waters, crushing the room's atmosphere to its limit.
This was killing intent from a Golden Core Peak Stage cultivator, perhaps even one half a step into Feather Transformation—enough to make even giants of the Demonic Path turn pale.
Yet beneath such killing intent, Mo Hua sat to one side as though nothing had happened. He leisurely lifted his teacup and took a loud slurp of tea.
It was as if he was certain Yu Cangming would not try to kill him.
Or perhaps he simply did not fear this Deputy Chief Administrator of the Demon Suppression Office, a man skilled in assassination, making a move against him at all.
Mo Hua remained so composed, yet Yu Cangming's eyelids twitched wildly. He realized that his taut, blade-drawn emotions had been somewhat excessive. Only then did he forcibly suppress his killing intent, and his expression returned to calm.
Mo Hua glanced at Yu Cangming. Seeing that he had calmed down, he slowly set down his teacup, personally poured Yu Cangming a cup of tea, and said gently:
"Administrator Yu, have some tea. We're only chatting casually. Why react so strongly..."
Yu Cangming stared at the tea in the cup without taking it. Instead, he raised his head to look at Mo Hua, his gaze profound as he asked once more:
"Young Master Mo, who exactly are you?"
Mo Hua said, "Didn't Administrator Yu already know? I'm merely an utterly ordinary disciple of Void Gate."
Yu Cangming's face was cold. Evidently, he did not believe a single word.
Mo Hua said, "Really. I'm not lying to you."
Yu Cangming gave a faint, cold laugh. After a moment, he asked, "Why does Young Master Mo