"But you..."
He looked at Mo Hua, a greedy-wolf kind of sinister light flashing in his eyes, even drooling blood-like saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"Do you know what this place is? And you still dare break in?"
While Mo Hua was sizing them up, they were also scrutinizing Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's Divine Thought form was originally that of a little brat; now that he had reined in his aura and kept his Divine Marrow hidden, he just looked like a "little lamb" whose Divine Thought was abundant, clear, and tasty.
And now this plump "little lamb" had walked right into the wolf pack on its own.
Quite a few of the Canglang Sect's Old Ancestors were drooling over him in their hearts.
"I don't care what this place is..." Mo Hua's expression was calm as he continued asking them, "Why won't you let Elder Zhao be Sect Leader?"
A skinny Canglang Sect Old Ancestor gave a gloomy chuckle and said:
