Shen Qingsheng looked at Mo Hua, his expression venomous.
Mo Hua was startled. The few grave-robbing Golden Core Cultivators around them could not help exchanging glances as well. The old man called Mr. Pi looked at Mo Hua and asked, "You know each other?"
Before Mo Hua could say anything, Shen Qingsheng sneered. "I knew you would return to Lone Mountain sooner or later, so I had people watching for you long ago.
"But you little bastard are as elusive as a ghost. The moment you entered the mountains, you vanished without a trace. I searched for so long before finally catching you..."
Shen Qingsheng pointed at Mo Hua. "No one will save you this time. You're dead for sure!"
His tone was arrogant and overbearing. He focused only on speaking to Mo Hua and did not take Mr. Pi and the others seriously at all.
Or rather, in his eyes, an old man at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage and three utterly ordinary Golden Core Cultivators amounted to nothing.
He was a disciple of the Shen Family and a disciple of the Qiandao Sect. He saw True Persons of the Feather Transformation Realm all the time, much less a few "country bumpkin" Golden Core Cultivators.
Mr. Pi and the others' expressions turned cold.
Mo Hua was somewhat helpless. He stretched out his hands, displaying the shackles on his wrists, and said to Shen Qingsheng, "I've been captured, so I can't decide for myself. If you want to kill me, you'll have to see whether these seniors agree..."
"Hmph."
Shen Qingsheng snorted coldly, pointed at Mo Hua, and said to Mr. Pi and the others, "Hand this kid over to me. Name your price in Spirit Stones."
Mr. Pi's eyelid twitched, and the other three Golden Core Cultivators looked displeased