The Monster Hunters began searching the mountain under cover of night. Mo Hua did not go.
Mo Shan and Elder Yu both refused to let him.
Because there was a chance they would clash with the Qian Family, and with the night dark and the wind high, in Great Black Mountain no less, it would be rather dangerous.
Though Mo Hua was not afraid, he also had no intention of taking risks, so he obediently stayed home and practiced formations.
Early the next morning, Mo Shan returned. He looked exhausted, his body damp with dew and rain, but there were no wounds on him, nor any signs that he had fought.
"You didn't find them?" Mo Hua asked.
Mo Shan nodded. "The Qian Family hid very deeply. There wasn't the slightest trace."
"How about you take me with you tonight?"
Mo Shan frowned. "It's very dangerous."
Mo Hua said, "I'll just stay in the camp. I won't go out."
"Then what are you going for?" Mo Shan was somewhat puzzled.
Mo Hua chuckled. "You'll know when the time comes."
Mo Shan thought for a moment, then agreed.
With Mo Hua's movement technique, as long as he did not get caught in a melee with the Qian Family, facing a situation where blades had no eyes and spiritual power was flying everywhere, merely staying in the Outer Mountain would be enough for him to protect himself.
As the sky gradually darkened, Great Black Mountain became hazy and indistinct, veiled in a layer of black gauze.
Mo Hua followed the Monster Hunters up the mountain. The mountain scenery was pitch-black, so dark one could not see one's own hand before one's face.
Only the damp, cold mountain wind blew past, making the leaves rustle, while from far away came the howls of