"Who is Ku Mu?"
The Scab Chicken had mentioned this name more than once.
Although Mo Qi already had his suspicions and an answer in mind, he still wanted to confirm it.
The Scab Chicken froze, giving him a look as if he were an idiot. "You don't know who Ku Mu is? Then what are you even here for?"
Mo Qi tightened his grip on the Scab Chicken, then raised his kitchen knife and pressed it against its neck.
"Am I asking the questions, or are you?"
Feeling the cold steel on its neck, the Scab Chicken's face turned pale with fright.
"Don't, don't, don't! We can talk this out."
"Ku Mu is the master of this mountain range, and he was my former master. He's a completely shameless old coot. His power is immense, but his skin is even thicker, and he has zero integrity. Do you know why he came to this barren wasteland where not even birds would shit?"
Seeing Mo Qi's expression darken, the Scab Chicken hurriedly added, "It's because he's an old man chasing a young girl, he wanted to..."
