Chapter 277: Spirit Slave
Mo Hua was intrigued.
He watched several more times, making sure that the Pale-Faced Man's Fireball Technique truly had some hidden trick to it, unlike ordinary Fireball Techniques.
Mo Hua wanted to study it further.
But Scarface and the Pale-Faced Man had already stopped.
This was Black Mountain Stronghold, and they had to guard the mountain gate. If something went wrong over a momentary dispute, both of them would lose their lives.
So even if they fought, they only tested the waters and did not dare truly make a move.
Mo Hua was somewhat disappointed.
He had been hoping the two would fight to the death so he could scoop up the leftovers.
Instead, it was thunder without rain. They exchanged only a few moves, and it was over.
Scarface and the Pale-Faced Man each threw out a few harsh words, then sat down together to drink their cheap liquor, as though nothing had happened.
Yet whenever their eyes met, killing intent lurked in both their gazes.
After thinking it over, Mo Hua still could not stop thinking about the Pale-Faced Man's Fireball Technique.
He now had spells to preserve his life, but his offensive spells were a notch weaker.
Though the Fireball Technique was swift and accurate, its power truly was mediocre.
If he could learn the secret of the Fireball Technique from the Pale-Faced Man, he could strengthen his means of attack without needing to learn another spell.
Mo Hua kept watch, and after dawn, he began following the Pale-Faced Man.
After finishing his night watch, the Pale-Faced Man went straight back to his room.
The Pale-Faced Man was only an ordinary Evil Cultivator. His room was no different from those of the other Evil Cultivators—fairly spacious, but cluttered with disordered furnishings. It was