Mo Hua's mind was shaken.
Elder Zhao continued, "Young Master Mo, you are a disciple of a Fifth-grade Major Sect and should have the intent to uphold the Righteous Dao and eliminate tyranny. Do you truly wish to help the tyrant, leaving the impoverished cultivators of Canglang City forever without a chance to rise, and immersing the cultivators of Tongxian City in dire straits?"
Mo Hua's expression was conflicted, "But, these Formations of yours cannot kill the Sect Leader, he is a Golden Core Cultivator…"
Elder Zhao shook his head, "I have my plans for these matters; there's no need for Young Master Mo to worry. As long as you don't disclose this, it'll be fine."
Mo Hua frowned and pondered, then slowly nodded, "Alright…"
Elder Zhao observed Mo Hua's expressions, seeing signs of persuasion, he further said:
"Besides this, I have another presumptuous request that I hope Young Master Mo would agree to."
Mo Hua was slightly startled, "What is it?"
