Within the Sect Leader Residence of the Canglang Sect, Mo Hua and Sect Master Zhao were drinking tea and conversing:
"Sect Master Zhao, I will be leaving tomorrow."
Sect Master Zhao was momentarily startled, then delighted, as if a mountain that had been pressing on his head had suddenly vanished. Yet, outwardly, he still displayed a reluctant demeanor:
"Young Master Mo, why not stay a few more days..."
Mo Hua's expression remained contemplative.
Sect Master Zhao noticed this and his heart skipped a beat.
He was merely exchanging pleasantries; he hoped this "Little Yama," Young Master Mo, wouldn't really consider staying.
Truly, trouble follows careless words.
Sect Master Zhao suddenly felt uneasy.
Fortunately, Mo Hua eventually shook his head, "I can't, I must leave. Sect Master Zhao's sentiment, I truly appreciate."
Sect Master Zhao couldn't help but smile, "No, no, this is only what I should do."
Mo Hua said, "The plans I discussed with you earlier..."
