Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol 1 By Mo Xiang Tong Xiu-pdfread.net

over and waved, shooing Wei Wuxian like one would a dog.
He yelled, “Get outta here! Shoo! Go back in! What’re you doing
outside?!”
Not even beggars or flies could have received more unsightly
treatment. This was probably how these servants had treated Mo Xuanyu in
the past, and they grew ever more impertinent when he didn’t retaliate.
Wei Wuxian gave A-Tong a light kick, sending him tumbling, and
laughed. “Who are you trying to humiliate, huh?”
With that, he headed east, following the noise. Both the east hall and
the east courtyard were crowded with people, and just as Wei Wuxian
stepped into the yard, he heard a woman whose voice rose louder than the
others.
“…We have a junior at home who also had an affinity for cultivation
once…”
That must have been Madam Mo, who was trying to build connections
with cultivation clans again. Wei Wuxian didn’t bother waiting for her to
finish before he languidly squeezed through the crowd, entering the main
hall. He waved enthusiastically.
“HERE, HERE, OVER HERE!”
In the main seat of the hall sat a middle-aged woman, well maintained
and sumptuously dressed. This was Madam Mo. The one sitting below was
her husband, who had married into the family, and across from him were
several white-clad youths with swords on their backs. When a disheveled,
unkempt weirdo suddenly emerged from the crowd, conversation came to an
abrupt stop.
However, Wei Wuxian seemed to take no notice of the frozen
atmosphere. He said unabashedly, “Who called me just now? The one with
an affinity for cultivation, isn’t that me?”
There was too much powder on his face, and it cracked when he
smiled, flaking as it fluttered off. One of the white-clad youths snorted,
almost laughing out loud, but he restrained himself when another youth who
appeared to be the leader of the bunch shot him a disapproving look.
Wei Wuxian snuck a glimpse at them and was somewhat taken aback.