"Who's the leader here?" a cultivator asked at the front.
The group was extremely powerful, silencing Hu Sanjian with fear.
Seeing as he was now the boss, Mo Huasong felt he had to take responsibility.
So, he stepped forward and said, "May I help you?"
"These past few days, have you seen Mo Batian?" asked the cultivator coldly.
Despite the fifty-some members of this group, the most powerful was at Foundation Establishment level six, and he paid them no mind.
Mo Huasong shook his head: "No, haven't seen him."
But these people didn't listen to Mo Huasong. As before, they called out the cultivators at level two, to examine them more closely.
Suddenly, a man with a scar on his face gave a pointed stare at the two female cultivators at the Foundation Establishment level two stage. "Could Mo Batian be in disguise? Call those two women over."
The two women were somewhat attractive, and cultivating typically led to fit bodies among female cultivators.
