"Even so, the valley is too oppressive, both foul and putrid, every day feels like a year."
"Enough," a monster cultivator said impatiently, "complain less and speak less of matters within the valley."
"The 'Young Master' bestowed us demon skills and monster patterns, we must do our best to serve him."
Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping from the tree, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
Young Master again?
Which Young Master is this?
And it's a bit strange...
After these words were spoken, the other monster cultivators were clearly caught in silence.
Some, even though silent and seemingly unperturbed, Mo Hua could sense a trace of anger and resentment through their divine sense...
"Something's not right..."
Mo Hua's gaze narrowed slightly.
After a moment of suppressed silence, others came over, and the conversation resumed.
But the talks were vague and intermittent.
Mo Hua listened for a long time, barely managing to piece together some key information from bits and pieces:
