The Young Master of Kong Family, that Kong Sheng, he couldn't still be alive, could he...
Mo Hua was somewhat curious and followed the fat cultivator out the door, tiptoeing behind him.
The fat cultivator was completely oblivious, carrying a food box, muttering to himself in a low voice all the way.
"I went through so much trouble to finally get into this Black Mountain Stronghold, not to deliver food for them."
"They won't let me learn Evil Skills, that's fine, but they don't let me do any real business either, just delivering food to these wastes every day."
"Damn it, a bunch of ingrates..."
"Back outside, my name carried weight too..."
Mo Hua realized that this fat cultivator resented his "talents going unrecognized."
He felt that Black Mountain Stronghold was blind to his abilities, refusing him the chance to practice Evil Skills or kill and plunder, only having him deliver food and run errands, so he was filled with discontent.
Mo Hua silently curled his lip.
