"Daring to cause trouble aboard the Rouge Boat—what nerve..."
This Golden Core Cultivator wore an indifferent expression, his tone icy.
The room fell silent in an instant, the atmosphere turning somewhat grave.
Even Water Yama and Hua Ruyu stopped, cupping their hands in greeting.
"Elder."
An elder of the Guishui Gate?
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.
This Golden Core Cultivator had a stern face and wore a water-blue Daoist Robe. Hidden water force coiled around him, along with threads of sharp sword qi.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his face solemn, carrying himself with all the bearing of an expert.
He truly seemed to be an elder who had learned the Guishui Gate Sword Art and inherited the Guishui Sword...
This is trouble...
Mo Hua frowned.
The Golden Core elder's gaze wandered over everyone in the room. He looked at the injured yet composed Ouyang Feng, then at Hua Qianqian, who was frightened inside but whose gaze remained stubborn. Finally, his eyes fell upon Mo Hua—and he suddenly froze.
Then, his composure shattered.
His face filled with shock, all trace of calm dignity gone. Pointing at Mo Hua with a trembling finger, he snarled furiously:
"You?!"
Everyone present was somewhat stunned.
So was Mo Hua.
"Why me again?"
He frowned and examined the Golden Core Cultivator closely. Only then did he realize in surprise that he knew this Golden Core Cultivator too!
Xie Liu of the Guishui Gate!
That Golden Core Sword Cultivator.
Back then, while catching thieves with the stolen goods in hand, he had followed River-Crossing Dragon to a small Tea House, obtained evidence of Jin Yicai's crimes, and then been discovered by this Golden Core Xie Liu.
Xie Liu had wanted to kill him, but Uncle Gu had subdued him.
His swordsmanship had