Uncle Mo

After leaving the inn, Harta walked onto the street. The people passing by were all talking about the marriage between the two major forces, but occasionally someone mentioned him, most of them were sarcastic and treated it as a joke.
Harta Harta n't care. During the ten dark years in Lingxu Sect, he had become numb to all kinds of ridicule and sarcasm. He didn't care what people thought of him at all.
After walking through a few streets, a faint scent of tea wafted into his face. Harta couldn't...