This was a young master dressed in luxurious robes, with jade-like brows and eyes.
His fair, handsome face carried an innate air of nobility.
His appearance was unfamiliar—this was Mo Hua's first time seeing him—yet it also felt inexplicably familiar, as if this were not their first meeting, as if they had long been entangled by karma.
Mo Hua looked at this young master, his thoughts stirring.
The young master likewise watched Mo Hua. Surprise flashed across his face for an instant. 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 some approval, as well as some casual indifference. "Cousin Jun Cai lost to you. He told me your Array Techniques are quite remarkable."
Mo Hua said blandly, "You flatter me."
He glanced at the young master again and asked, "May I know your surname and name, Young Master?"
The young master revealed a faint cold smile, tinged with displeasure.
It seemed that others had always come to pay respects to him, humbly reporting their names. Never had anyone failed to know his name, much less dared ask him to his face what he was called.
He looked arrogantly at Mo Hua and had not wished to acknowledge him. Yet for some reason, he felt that Mo Hua carried 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 jade-handsome young master before him was actually a disciple of the Shen Family of the Qiandao Sect?
Mo Hua