"Why can't I see through it..."
"Is there still some hidden path of other Evil Gods in here? Does that gentleman Mr. Tu also have deeper schemes?"
Mo Hua pondered for a long time.
But there were too few clues; for now, he still had no idea.
The resurrection of the Evil God, Mr. Tu's grand plan, who knows how many years it's been stretched over.
Without actual causality, just sitting in the house daydreaming wouldn't truly find any clues either.
However, there was another issue that intrigued Mo Hua.
Mo Hua held his chin, furrowed his brow, muttering to himself:
"Suppose that Duanmu Qing really went to the Rouge Boat..."
"Then what would she do there on the Rouge Boat?"
"Play?"
"Play what?"
Currently, it seems that the Rouge Boat is a top-notch love venue.
It's a place that uses beauty as bait, nobility as lure, and power as the ladder, to entice geniuses, form cliques, and become allies.
In layman's terms, those geniuses go to the Rouge Boat to play with women.
