After returning to the Canglang Sect, Mo Hua lay on the soft and luxurious bed, his mind unable to calm for a long time.
It was a while before he could temporarily push aside the day's sights and start thinking about matters of the Canglang Sect.
First, there was Elder Ji from earlier today.
This Elder Ji was surely the Canglang Sect's professional procuress, skilled at using sweet talk to entice and corrupt people.
But what Mo Hua cared about was something else.
There was a deep scar on Elder Ji's chest.
Initially, Mo Hua didn't pay it much mind.
It's normal for a cultivator to have scars, especially in a sect like Canglang Sect, where such conduct is "improper" and conflicts are inevitable.
But later, Mo Hua realized something was off.
He actually detected a hint of familiar energy from that wound.
Taking advantage of the mixed energies at the Golden Gambling House, where people's desires were stirred, Mo Hua did a bit of extrapolation.
