"You dare make trouble on Rouge Boat? You've got some guts..."
This Golden Core Cultivator looked indifferent, his tone was icy cold.
The room instantly fell silent, and the atmosphere became tense.
Even Water Yama and Hua Ruyu stopped and cupped their hands in greeting.
"Elder."
Gui Water Sect Elder?
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.
This Golden Core Cultivator had a stern face and wore a water-blue Taoist Robe. Water energy rippled around him, with sharp strands of Sword Qi mixed in.
He stood there with grave dignity, hands behind his back, totally giving off expert vibes.
From the looks of it, he really had learned the Gui Water Sect's Swordsmanship and inherited the Gui Water Sword's legacy as an Elder...
"Damn it..."
Mo Hua frowned.
The Golden Core Elder's gaze swept across everyone in the room—Ouyang Feng, wounded yet still steady; Hua Qianqian, clearly scared but stubborn-eyed; and finally, that stare landed on Mo Hua—before suddenly freezing in disbelief.
