Feeding pigs?
Mo Hua was slightly taken aback, his eyebrows slowly furrowing.
He had roamed around Black Mountain Stronghold for so long, but he couldn't recall where he had seen any pigs...
Moreover, what would these evil cultivators want with raising pigs?
It couldn't possibly be for eating their meat...
And what exactly were these pigs?
Were they monster beasts?
For some reason, Mo Hua suddenly cared a great deal.
He felt that within Black Mountain Stronghold, the phrase "feeding pigs" seemed particularly odd.
"Should I take a look?"
Mo Hua looked up at the sky, night had just fallen, somewhat dark and murky.
It was still early, he would just take a look and then take advantage of the deep night to sneak back.
He couldn't stay in Black Mountain Stronghold any longer.
Mo Hua made up his mind, and then, concealing his form, quietly followed after Scarface.
