Feeding pigs?
Mo Hua paused, slightly stunned, and then slowly furrowed his brows.
He had wandered around Black Mountain Stronghold for so long, but he didn't remember seeing pigs anywhere...
And why would this group of evil cultivators raise pigs?
Surely, they weren't raising pigs just for meat, were they?
What exactly was this pig?
Was it a monster beast?
*For some reason, Mo Hua suddenly felt particularly intrigued.*
*He had a strange sense that the term "feeding pigs" carried an unusually sinister undertone within Black Mountain Stronghold.*
"Should I take a look?"
Mo Hua glanced up at the sky. Night had just fallen, and everything was shrouded in darkness.
The night was still young; he could sneak a quick look and slip back before it grew deeper.
This Black Mountain Stronghold was no place to stay any longer.
Mo Hua made up his mind, concealed himself using his technique, and quietly followed Scarface.