*A string of events like this, it seemed, couldn't be reported to the Taoist Court.*
*If I lie, I'd have to come up with a meticulously logical lie; otherwise, I'd certainly expose myself.*
*Even if it were "self-defense," and the Taoist Court decided not to pursue the matter, they'd undoubtedly label me as a "dangerous individual" and keep a closer eye on me.*
*That would make things inconvenient for me in the future.*
"But if I don't hand this over to the Taoist Court, then what's the point of all the effort I put into deciphering this list myself?"
Mo Hua lay on the bed, arms tucked behind his head, gazing at the ceiling, his eyes blinking as he pondered.
Suddenly, inspiration struck, and Mo Hua's eyes lit up.
Names, nicknames...
As the old saying goes, "A man's name is like the shadow of a tree."
There are only wrong names, not mistaken nicknames.
Take that Bald Eagle, for example.