Little Neighbor

Little Neighbor

Before Gu Changhuai could react, Mo Hua turned the tables and probed, "Uncle Gu, can you issue Dao Court Office missions?"

Gu Changhuai froze, displeasure stirring within him.

Why was this little brat so overly familiar, acting as though we were close...

Gu Changhuai looked at Mo Hua warily. "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm just asking." Mo Hua spoke casually, then revealed a little fox-like look in his eyes. "Suppose..."

"I mean, suppose," Mo Hua emphasized, "that I happened to learn of clues about Sinful Cultivators. Could you issue a mission through the Dao Court Office?"

Gu Changhuai frowned and refused. "The Dao Court Office has its own procedures. Rewards offered to sects must also be carefully considered by the Diansi. How could they be issued at will..."

Mo Hua nodded, understanding at once.

Carefully considered, weighed with caution, not issued at will...

In other words, it still depended on one's intentions.

Whether it was careful or not, whether it was weighed or not, whether it was issued at will—all of it rested on the Diansi's subjective judgment. There were no objective rules.

As a Diansi, Uncle Gu truly had the authority to issue rewards if he decided to!

Looking at the clever and mischievous Mo Hua, Gu Changhuai had no idea what the boy had figured out. He frowned and asked, "Why are you asking this..."

Halfway through, he finally realized.

No, this brat still had not answered his question...

He had come here to investigate Mo Hua's connection to Jiang Laoda's death.

Yet before he noticed, Mo Hua had pulled him this way and that, leading the topic astray...

Gu Changhuai put on a stern face. "I asked first. You answer first."

"What did you ask again?" Mo Hua blinked.

Gu Changhuai's head ached