Bright eyes like copper bells searched for that familiar figure among the cultivators.
Almost simultaneously, the tall and imposing Young Master Tuoba also sensed the Tiger Demon's abnormality, his expression immediately turning cold and fierce, his gaze like a knife as he looked in Mo Hua's direction.
Within this gaze, there was anger.
Mo Hua could only lower his head further, stepping behind a big barbarian cultivator.
In front of him, several noble family's children and Great Wilderness cultivators were under Young Master Tuoba's stern gaze, trembling with fear.
But they had no idea what was happening, so they all bowed respectfully, their attitudes so humble it bordered on servility.
Young Master Tuoba looked at these people one by one and naturally saw Mo Hua.
But Mo Hua was just a servant, holding tea and lowering his head, his presence very minimal.
Young Master Tuoba paid no attention to Mo Hua.
