Shit, I said too much at once.
Mo Hua's eyes, innocent yet deep, as brilliant as the stars, as perceptive as candlelight, just stared straight at Lord Yellow Mountain.
Lord Yellow Mountain felt anxious under that gaze.
"Ahem, well... I've just... lived a little longer, that's all..."
Lord Yellow Mountain quickly composed himself. "Deities live a long time. No one's in this Kushan Mountain, this broken temple is desolate, and as a Minor Mountain God, I just make my home here. No one disturbs me, so I've ended up wasting a bit more time than most."
"Later on... Sigh... If I hadn't gone astray and been struck down by the elders of your Sect, I wouldn't have ended up like this..."
Lord Yellow Mountain sighed and put on a look of disappointment.
Mo Hua suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Even though Lord Yellow Mountain wasn't struck down by him, it was still the elders of his own Taixu Gate who did it.
