Mo Hua's emotions were somewhat complex.
For a Loose Cultivator in such an out-of-the-way place, lowly as duckweed in the water, whether they flourished or perished, lived or died, in reality, no one cared.
Some more time passed, and this incident didn't even stir much of a ripple before it seemed to be gradually forgotten by people.
But Mo Hua knew, the shadow was spreading little by little...
The bloody karmic ties had thickened yet another shade.
The Great Wilderness Evil God, must have established yet another Taoist Field.
Mo Hua sighed deeply.
But for now, he was still powerless.
All he could do was what he ought to do, to diligently cultivate and strive to break through to the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment soon.
In the unseen darkness, a storm was brewing.
Whether it was cultivation, Divine Sense, or Formation, being stronger by even the slightest bit counted.
