Mo Hao couldn't care less about what the crowd was thinking. Realization flashed across his face, and he spoke with certainty.
"So it was you! You were watching me the moment I entered the city!"
He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he sneered. "Heh, you sure know how to talk big, don't you?" But then, his expression darkened, his tone sharp. "Glorious Obsidian City is drowning in injustice, yet you've done nothing. The Immortal Martial Continent is under attack by demons—have you even tried to stop it? No! It was Jiang Chen who stood against them!"
He knew it was too late now. His perfect moment, his chance to shine, to show off his strength and earn Pretentious Points in the tens of thousands—it was gone. Just like that.
And he hated it.
