"This... wouldn't be appropriate..."
Ouyang Mu hesitated, somewhat stunned.
"What's inappropriate?" Mo Hua said, "From now on, in Refining Demon Mountain, I'll have your back."
"But, I'm a disciple of Tai'a Sect..." Ouyang Mu whispered, casting a glance at Mo Hua's Taoist Robe, "Senior Brother, you're from Taixu Gate."
Mo Hua replied matter-of-factly:
"You've already called me Senior Brother—what difference does it make whether it's Tai'a Sect or Taixu Gate?"
"Broaden your horizons; don't get stuck on sect rivalries."
"Besides, Tai'a, Taixu, and Chongxu Sect have historical ties, and their ancestors were connected."
"If you trace it back over a thousand years, we're practically family. Why make a fuss about it?"
Ouyang Mu slowly nodded, feeling that Mo Hua's words made sense.
"But I only know artifact refining and sword casting. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much, Senior Brother Mo."
"Sword casting is already enough!" Mo Hua replied.
