Fierce Ghost

"There was actually a man in Hundred Flowers Valley..."

The woman's originally icy expression gradually frosted over.

Though he looked like a delicately carved little junior martial sister.

In the eyes of a cultivator of the woman's profound realm, who had also studied a little of the Celestial Pivot Algorithm, yin and yang stood distinct; the vital auras of men and women could not be concealed.

The woman extended her fair, slender hand, intending to seize this little bastard who had disguised himself as a woman and infiltrated Hundred Flowers Valley. Yet in the next instant, she suddenly froze.

Amid the dazzling, multicolored auras of the female disciples.

Mo Hua's karmic aura was pure white, like clouds in the far heavens; clear and cool, like a spring pool, and even...

It carried the faintest trace of familiarity.

Familiar?

A wistful look crossed the woman's face.

And within that wistfulness was a thread of pain.

After pondering for a moment, she slowly lowered her hand. Her eyes, beautiful as a hundred flowers in bloom, stared fixedly at Mo Hua.

"I'd like to see just what this little bastard wants by sneaking into my Hundred Flowers Valley..."

On the mountain path, Mo Hua suddenly sensed something. Unable to help himself, he looked up at the sky, then glanced around.

Hua Qianqian noticed Mo Hua's odd behavior and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

After looking around, Mo Hua frowned slightly.

Just then, he had kept feeling a pair of cool, detached eyes fixed upon him.

Yet when he carefully sensed his surroundings, he found nothing amiss.

Have I been discovered?

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

He considered it carefully, then felt that did not seem right. If he truly had been discovered, it had to have been by a great cultivator