Chapter 95 Zhou Mo’s Dao, Old Southern King’s Resurrection!
Soon, another month passed.
And Zhou Mo stayed at the Seven Martial Sect, constantly deep in thought, neglecting sleep and meals, and looking quite haggard.
Finally, one morning, a spark flashed in his mind!
He discovered... he did have a special talent.
He was really good at stealing things!
Ever since he was a child, just thinking about stealing would make his blood boil, and his whole state of mind would improve, his thoughts flowing freely.
He still remembered when he was eight years old, he devised a plan to steal a cousin’s undergarment, and to this day, the matter had never been exposed.
Because just for stealing such a thing, he calculated against twelve people, set up eight consecutive traps, and through three reversals and maneuvers, completely cleared himself of suspicion... it was simply flawless!
However, as he grew up, he began to restrain himself and internally despised such petty behavior.
Theft was, after all, despised by people.
So, in the long years that followed, he abandoned his innate hobbies and talents, and like most people, began to train hard, pursuing so-called grand prospects.