"You don't trust me?" Cheng Mo said with a displeased face.
Mo Hua ate his steamed bun in a prim and proper manner, responding perfunctorily, "I trust..."
But his demeanor clearly showed that he didn't.
"I'm telling you, you probably don't know how treacherous the Cultivation World is. When a real fight breaks out, it's a matter of life and death..." Cheng Mo said.
"Uh-huh," Mo Hua replied, still looking indifferent.
Cheng Mo sighed, "Why don't you get it?"
He snatched a steamed bun from Mo Hua's hand, stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it in a few bites, and then continued,
"You're a Formation Master. Although Formation Masters are powerful, that's because inside Sects or places governed by the Taoist Court, everyone behaves amiably, respects status, cares about face…"
Mo Hua was upset about his steamed bun being taken.
Cheng Mo hurriedly gave his drumstick to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua took the drumstick, took a couple of bites, and nodded in satisfaction.