Mo Hua sized up the young man in front of him.
Taller than him.
Stronger than him.
Held his head higher.
His features were more heroic than his.
The aura in his brows and eyes was more unruly than his own.
Mo Hua nodded and greeted him, "I'm Mo Hua."
Ouyang Xuan, dressed in a golden Taoist robe, glanced at Mo Hua somewhat indifferently and said plainly, "Ouyang Xuan."
His attitude wasn't particularly good.
Possibly because Mo Hua wasn't very tall, his cultivation wasn't deep, nor was his spiritual power strong, so he didn't take Mo Hua seriously.
Or perhaps, he simply didn't take anyone seriously.
It wasn't specifically aimed at Mo Hua.
The Taixu Sect Master saw that the two had finished their greetings and nodded, saying:
"From now on, you two will be teammates in the sword discussion. You should work together, not only for the sect but also for yourselves, to strive for a future."
Mo Hua nodded, "Sect Master, rest assured."
But Ouyang Xuan did not speak.
