Mo Hua's life had suddenly become much more exciting of late.
There were always Qian Family cultivators, or cultivators hired by the Qian Family, who wanted to make trouble for him, but their every move had long since fallen under Mo Hua's eyes.
In most cases, the moment they were about to act, the Monster Hunters would discover them and give them a vicious beating.
In a few cases, they hid very well and slipped past the nearby Monster Hunters, but they did not slip past Mo Hua's divine sense.
Mo Hua would then call over a few Monster Hunter uncles, point with his little hand, and pick out the Qian Family cultivators following him one by one. After that, they naturally could not avoid another poisonous thrashing.
Mo Hua watched the show from the side.
This made Mo Hua's days of cultivating his method and studying formations much less dull.
That day, Mo Hua was at the eatery, chewing on wild fruit Aunt Jiang had given him while chatting with An Xiaofu.
Ever since Mo Hua had invited An Xiaofu to eat that day, An Xiaofu had been running over here every two or three days.
Mo Hua was a little puzzled. "Doesn't your family have a Dining Hall?"
"I got tired of eating there. It's not as tasty as here, and it's livelier here," An Xiaofu said.
The first few times he came, An Xiaofu had still been rather reserved.
When the other cultivators saw that he was dressed unusually, they did not talk to him either.
Later, after he came more often and became a little more familiar, and because he was Mo Hua's friend, the other cultivators began chatting with him.
When An Xiaofu talked about food, he spoke with perfect clarity and order; when he