The black-clothed cultivator was so infuriated that he coughed up blood, while Mo Hua, using the Fireball Technique, looked leisurely and unruffled.
In the following days, as Qian Family cultivators didn't press their attack, Mo Hua spent his days drawing formations, strolling around to look at the spiritual mines and admire the mountain scenery, calculating how many more days the meat in his storage bag would last him.
One day, Mo Hua saw Elder Yu looking solemn and couldn't help but ask curiously,
"Elder Yu, is the Qian Family making a move again?"
"Not for the time being, but that old turtle Qian Hong should be arriving soon."
"Old turtle?"
"Qian Hong."
"Oh, the head of the Qian Family?" Mo Hua's expression grew somewhat somber, "Is Qian Hong very formidable?"
Elder Yu said dismissively, "About the same as Qian Zhongxuan."
"Then how did he become the family head?"
