Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu into the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, and in an instant, countless manic or sinister glances from the demon cultivators were cast their way.
Most people were looking at Mr. Tu.
But quite a few demon cultivators were looking at Mo Hua.
A hint of astonishment surfaced on the faces of many demon cultivators.
They didn't understand why Mr. Tu had such a strange and special youth following him.
Mo Hua was handsome, dressed in the Taoist robe of a righteous sect, exuding a pure and transcendent aura, yet he wore an ancient bone-tied crown on his forehead, adding an exotic wilderness charm, making him appear both righteous and unrestrained, refined and wild, his temperament was quite unique, resembling both a noble son of righteousness and a saint heir of the wilderness.
The crowd speculated on Mo Hua's identity, and the hall fell silent.
Mr. Tu led Mo Hua to the main seat at the high point of the hall and sat down.
