This was a young master dressed in luxurious robes, with jade-like brows and eyes.
His fair, handsome face carried an inborn air of nobility.
His appearance was unfamiliar—this was Mo Hua's first time seeing him—yet he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as though this was not their first meeting, as though their karmic fates had become entangled long ago.
Mo Hua looked at the young master, his thoughts stirring.
The young master likewise watched Mo Hua. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. A moment later, he raised his brows and said calmly, "You are... Mo Hua?"
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged. "You know me?"
"The Array Dao Champion of Ganxue Prefecture..." The young master's tone carried a measure of approval and casual indifference. "Cousin Jun Cai lost to you. He told me that your Array Techniques are quite remarkable."
Mo Hua said blandly, "You flatter me."
He gave the young master another look and asked, "May I know your surname and name, Young Master?"
The young master revealed a faint sneer, tinged with displeasure.
It seemed that others had always been the ones to pay him respects, humbly reporting their own names to him. No one had ever failed to know his name, much less dared to ask him directly what he was called.
He looked arrogantly at Mo Hua. He had not wished to bother with him, but for some reason, he felt that Mo Hua possessed an aura unlike that of ordinary people, enough that he was willing to make an exception and grant him this courtesy.
The young master said coldly, "Qiandao Sect, Shen Linshu."
Qiandao Sect, Shen Linshu, Shen.
Mo Hua's pupils contracted slightly.
This handsome, jade-like young master before him was actually a disciple of the