Linghu Xiao

Linghu Xiao

Linghu Xiao, who never smiled, introduced himself. Then, his gaze sharp as a sword, he fixed it on Mo Hua.

Mo Hua cupped his hands as well.

"Void Gate, Mo Hua."

Linghu Xiao froze for a moment, then remembered that Chongxu Gate and Void Gate had originally belonged to the same lineage. They were sects with a shared history. His expression eased considerably, and the hostility in his eyes gradually faded.

Mo Hua's gaze shifted slightly. Recalling what had happened earlier, he asked:

"You have a grudge against Duanjin Gate?"

Linghu Xiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded faintly. "You could say that..."

"What kind of grudge?" Mo Hua was deeply curious.

Linghu Xiao did not often speak with others, but Mo Hua was staring at him with bright, intent eyes, and he somehow felt that it would not be right not to explain.

Moreover, their earlier conflict had been caused by his own misjudgment.

His temperament might be aloof and proud, but matters still had to be made clear.

So Linghu Xiao said:

"The disciples of Duanjin Gate are base and shameless. Here in these mountains, they have repeatedly stolen my prey."

"I have fought them many times and made no small number of enemies."

"Today, when I saw this eagle fall from the cliff, with golden sword marks on its body, I assumed Duanjin Gate was Monster Hunting, that this was Duanjin Gate's prey. Naturally, I moved to take it..."

Having said this, Linghu Xiao glanced at Mo Hua again. "Besides, you were not wearing your sect's Daoist Robe, so I did not know who you were..."

"Oh..."

Mo Hua understood. He roughly grasped what had happened.

Linghu Xiao had seen the demon eagle and the golden sword marks on it, and suspected they had