The black-clad cultivator was so furious he spat blood, while Mo Hua, who had used the Fireball Technique, looked utterly at ease.
Over the next few days, the Qian Family cultivators did not attack. Mo Hua spent each day drawing Array Techniques, wandering about here and there, looking at the Spirit Mine, admiring the mountain scenery, and calculating how many more days the meat in his Storage Bag would last.
That day, Mo Hua saw Elder Yu's grave expression and could not help asking curiously:
"Elder Yu, has the Qian Family made another move?"
"Not yet, but that old turtle Qian Hong should be arriving soon."
"Old turtle?"
"Qian Hong."
"Oh, the Qian Family head?" Mo Hua's expression grew somewhat solemn. "Is Qian Hong very formidable?"
Elder Yu said disdainfully, "About as capable as Qian Zhongxuan."
"Then how did he become the family head?"
Elder Yu chuckled. "There are many twists and turns to that. There are plenty of people in cultivation families and sects who occupy their posts while stuffing themselves full. To rise to the top, what matters may not be cultivation or ability. Knowing how to boast, scheme, bluff and deceive, and butter people up—those are far more useful than honestly getting things done."
Elder Yu sneered again. "Most of those lofty people who look respectable may well be nothing but straw-stuffed fools."
Mo Hua had learned something new and asked, "Then is Qian Hong a straw-stuffed fool?"
"Not quite."
"Then he knows how to scheme?"
Elder Yu nodded. "That's right. Qian Hong is deeply calculating. Qian Zhongxuan suffered a huge loss this time, so he should be coming to pick up the spoils."
"Pick up the spoils?" Mo Hua froze for a moment. "They even pick over their own family's spoils?"
Elder Yu gave a sly