Bai Xiaosheng stared blankly at Mo Hua and asked, "An underworld boss, a titan of tomb robbing, the Black-Faced Fiend... that's you?"
Mo Hua's face darkened.
Seeing his expression change, Bai Xiaosheng exclaimed in shock, "It really is you?"
Gu Changhuai was deeply shaken. He had only heard Mo Hua say he knew how to rob tombs and suddenly realized that the Black-Faced Fiend and Mo Hua had a similar feel to them.
Not only did they feel similar, even their names sounded somewhat alike.
The name "Black-Faced Fiend" did indeed sound like the sort of alias Mo Hua would come up with.
So he had ventured a guess, never expecting to actually hit the mark...
Still somewhat incredulous, Gu Changhuai asked, "How did you end up becoming the notorious tomb robber, the Black-Faced Fiend, too?"
Just how many aliases have you cooked up, you Crown Prince?
Mo Hua looked rather sheepish and defended himself in a small voice:
"Not that notorious. A 'little' tomb robber, a little tomb robber..."
"And I'm not really a robber either... I just wanted to investigate something, followed the vine to the melon, and ended up underground. By a coincidence of circumstances, I opened a few graves along the way. That's all..."
Bai Xiaosheng looked utterly unconvinced. "You're beyond Ksitigarbha's jurisdiction and don't have to bow to the King of Hell, and you still call yourself a little tomb robber?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Mo Hua said unhappily. "That's all drunken boasting from other people."
"Out in the world, reputation is all bluster. The bigger the boasts, the bigger your reputation. How much of it could possibly be true?"
"It's really just boasting?" Bai Xiaosheng asked.
Mo Hua said, "If I really were that capable, some underworld boss or titan of tomb robbing, how powerful