The young man in front of him, named Mo Hua, indeed held a certain status within the Taixu Gate.
But...
Mr. Tu asked Mo Hua, "In this mountain, is it really just you alone, without the Taoist Court, and no ancestor of yours? Don't you know?"
"The ancestor is protecting me... how could I let you see through that?"
Mo Hua's expression remained as usual, his demeanor calm, but he manipulated his lower leg with his divine sense to emit a subtle tremble.
This attempt at "feigned calm" was something a seasoned old demon like Mr. Tu could easily see through.
At Mo Hua's age, having such composure was already commendable.
But in the end, he was still too green, controlling his expression but unable to control his body, revealing the fear within his heart...
Mr. Tu smirked coldly and said slowly, "Let me guess..."
