Scarface killed decisively, but Mo Hua watched with a headache.
A Spirit Cultivator would indeed be at a severe disadvantage once a Body Cultivator got close.
But this Pale-Faced Man was far too useless.
Couldn't he sense Scarface's blatant killing intent?
And he was supposed to be an Evil Cultivator—more naïve than a child like Mo Hua.
Mo Hua sighed.
He had originally planned to use the Storage Bag to set the two men against each other like a snipe and clam locked in battle, while he reaped the fisherman's profit.
Even if they did not perish together, they should at least have both come away badly wounded.
Then he could step out to finish them off and pick up the spoils.
But he had not expected the Pale-Faced Man to be so useless, letting Scarface get close and kill him so easily.
With such poor vigilance, what was he doing as a Spirit Cultivator?
Mo Hua could not help grumbling inwardly.
After killing the Pale-Faced Man, Scarface retrieved the booklet on the Dual Cultivation Technique from his robes, tossed his body into the room, spat, and left directly.
Mo Hua's eyes lit up. Scarface was actually not taking the Pale-Faced Man's Storage Bag?
Had lust gone to his head and fried his brains?
"If you won't take it, then I won't stand on ceremony."
Mo Hua slipped into the room and tucked the Pale-Faced Man's Storage Bag into his own robes.
Inside the Storage Bag was the Fireball Technique manual he had been yearning for.
With this manual, the power of his Fireball Technique might rise to another level.
This haul was not a loss, either.
After putting away the Storage Bag, Mo Hua immediately flipped up onto the roof beam.
A while later, Scarface did indeed return. He