After the group parted ways, Mo Hua returned home. The next day, he found Elder Yu and told him about the matter.
The moment Elder Yu heard "silver-white daoist robes," he exploded with rage.
"It must be those mongrel bastards from the Qian Family!"
With his hands on his hips, Elder Yu stood in the room and gave the Qian Family another thorough cursing, from old to young, top to bottom. His language was crude and endlessly inventive, leaving Mo Hua in awe...
Only after Elder Yu had cursed to his heart's content did he notice Mo Hua standing beside him, staring at him with wide, bright-black eyes.
Elder Yu felt a little embarrassed and silently thought to himself:
"I got angry and forgot this child Mo Hua was still here. I need to watch myself next time—I can't lead a good child astray..."
Elder Yu coughed and said:
"Pretend you didn't hear any of that."
"Okay."
Mo Hua nodded, but inwardly memorized all of Elder Yu's curses for future reference.
Cursing wasn't very nice, but if he ever had to curse someone, he couldn't lose.
"Elder, has the Qian Family done a lot of bad things?" Mo Hua asked again.
Elder Yu was about to answer, but stopped himself. "That's grown-ups' business. You don't need to worry about it."
Then he secretly muttered, "...When the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam follows suit. The Qian Family Ancestor is a bastard, and there aren't many good things beneath him either... They're truly rats nesting together in a stinking gutter..."
As he spoke, Elder Yu unknowingly started cursing again.
Mo Hua did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The Qian Family did indeed all wear silver-white daoist robes, but that did not mean every cultivator wearing silver-white daoist robes