The Truth
How did Mo Hua know? Had he seen that pig?
But how was that possible?
Qian Xing looked shocked.
Mo Hua's face remained expressionless, but inwardly, he was even more shocked than Qian Xing.
He had not expected that someone from the Qian Family had truly gone to Black Mountain Stronghold—and that person was actually Qian Xing!
Just who had brought him to Black Mountain Stronghold?
Mo Hua asked, "Who took you there?"
Qian Xing was unwilling to speak.
"You think I don't know just because you won't tell me?"
Qian Xing stiffened his neck. "If you knew, why would you ask me?"
Shi Qing shook his head. "You knew that after so many years, you could no longer remember his appearance clearly. You only heard him shouting things like, 'May the Qian Family die a horrible death!'"
"But... but that cultivator wasn't completely dead... He was being eaten while crying out in despair. That appearance of his, that expression of despair—I could never forget it..."
Ancestor's eyes widened. "That's impossible! It was only killing someone, only killing someone... How could it be..."
Mo Hua froze. "Great-Grandfather?"
Still shaken, Shi Qing said, "Great-Grandfather looked at me, and there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes. I kowtowed to him and called him 'Great-Grandfather,' begging pitifully through tears and promising I would never tell anyone. Great-Grandfather seemed to take pity on me, but he still hesitated, unsure whether to spare me."
After Shi Qing finished speaking, his entire body was drenched in cold sweat, and he panted heavily.
Mo Hua was startled. "What matter was that?"
Mo Hua's gaze gradually turned icy.
"How about we make a bet?"
"You're lying to me!"
The Qian Family had kept even their own disciples in the dark, fearing word would