Danger would occasionally arise.
Such as monster beasts in the forests, lone fugitive cultivators, or groups that could deceive others but not Mo Hua, who could recognize a party of evil cultivators with a single glance.
Mo Hua had seen many demon cultivators.
In the beginning, following Uncle, they traveled together, encountering living demon cultivators, dead demon cultivators, or those who went from living to dead upon meeting Uncle—Mo Hua saw a heap of them.
The aura of demon cultivators was dark, and within their divine sense, there was a sense of putrid filth.
With his sharp divine sense, Mo Hua could easily differentiate them.
But there wasn't much he could do except to keep his distance.
As a lowly cultivator, unfamiliar with the land, such disputes were not something he could afford to entangle himself in.
Quietly, discreetly, traveling alone to the Qian Xue State Boundary, his utmost priority was to join a sect early and earnestly pursue cultivation.
