The Mole

The Mole

Gu Changhuai's mind twisted into knots like a braided pretzel, and for a long while, he could not make sense of it.

This token was indeed a Dao Court Office token.

No matter how bold Mo Hua was, he could not possibly commit such a grave taboo as forging a Dao Court Office token.

Bronze meant he was an external member.

But an external member's token was still a token. It belonged to the Dao Court Office, and was not something an ordinary cultivator could get his hands on.

"Where did you steal this token from?"

Gu Changhuai asked, his face full of suspicion.

Mo Hua said unhappily, "What do you mean, stole it? The Chief Administrator of our Immortal City Dao Court Office personally gave it to me!"

"Immortal City?"

Gu Changhuai remembered. It was that remote Second-Grade Little Immortal City in Li Prefecture where Mo Hua had come from.

Mo Hua shook his head. "No."

Gu Changhuai was puzzled. "Then why would he give you a Bronze Waist Token?"

That seemed unlikely...

"No!"

Gu Changhuai's brows drew tightly together.

"...to let me serve the Dao Court Office, benefit the cultivators of Immortal City, and contribute to the peace of the cultivation world!"

Otherwise, Uncle Gu would find out that though he had the title, he was really just a little loafer in the Dao Court Office.

The key was, who could have imagined that a rogue cultivator barely ten years old, who had just entered the Void Gate, would be secretly carrying a Dao Court Office Bronze Waist Token...

Gu Changhuai immediately became twelve parts alert.

Keep bragging...

Mo Hua could not be bothered to explain. No one believed him when he spoke anyway. He was used to it by now.

"Benefit them?" Gu Changhuai shook