Different Paths
The Qian Family Ancestor suddenly understood, yet still hardly dared believe it.
"How could it be you? You're only so little..."
Mo Hua brazenly denied it. "It wasn't me."
But his denial did no good at all.
The Qian Family Ancestor looked at Mo Hua, his gaze already utterly certain, yet he did not seem angry.
Amid his nervousness, Mo Hua was also somewhat puzzled.
He had tricked Black Mountain Stronghold, then tricked the Qian Family Ancestor, yet there was not the slightest hatred in the Qian Family Ancestor's eyes. Was his temper really that good?
"Are you wondering why I'm not angry?" the Qian Family Ancestor asked.
Mo Hua nodded.
The Qian Family Ancestor's gaze was deep. "If you were an ordinary cultivator, whether a Monster Hunter, a cultivator from the Dao Court Office, or a clan cultivator, for destroying a hundred years of my painstaking work, I would have hacked you into eight pieces."
The pig demon chewed the Qian Family Ancestor's half body a few times, then swallowed it whole into its belly.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then found a somewhat handsome-sounding phrase.
And with Mo Hua's formations assisting him, given time, building another White Mountain Stronghold would not be any difficult matter either.
Time would erode a person's mind. Mo Hua was still so young; his Dao heart could not possibly be all that firm.
"Any place could become Little White Mountain. As long as there are people, there may be a White Mountain Stronghold."
"Our Daos are different; we cannot scheme together!"
He forced himself to calm down and think whether there was still any method left.
Qian Niuhuan thought Mo Hua was acting to deceive him, and did not take it to heart.
"When you grow up, leave Immortal City,