The thin, frail Barbarian Slave youth—pointed out by Mo Hua—was utterly dumbfounded.
Situ Jian was somewhat confused as well.
But Senior Martial Brother always had his deeper reasons for doing things. These junior martial brothers could not possibly fathom them.
Situ Jian nodded and ordered, "Someone, buy that Barbarian Slave and hand him over to Senior Martial Brother."
Once the Young Master had spoken, a Golden Core elder of the Situ Clan answered, "Yes," then summoned the steward. They removed the Barbarian Slave's chains, dressed him in a somewhat more respectable hemp garment, bound him with rope, and led him before Mo Hua.
Mo Hua scrutinized the youth, lingering especially on his eyes.
The youth was thin and weak, but his eyes alone were bright and deep. Though his expression was obedient, untamable defiance lurked in his gaze.
Mo Hua could even see a trace of hatred for the destruction of his tribe and people within his Divine Thought.
As the youth was examined by Mo Hua, he did not know why, but felt as though he had been seen through from head to toe—even his soul laid bare. He did not dare raise his head to look at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua said nothing more, merely saying, "Take him back."
Afterward, the young Barbarian Slave was brought back to the Situ Clan's encampment.
Once they arrived at the encampment and entered the main hall of the Situ Main Family, with no one else around, Situ Jian finally asked in a low voice, "Senior Martial Brother, what did you capture this youth for?"
Mo Hua said, "I'm going to look around the surrounding area and assess the situation. I need a guide. This youth is just right for it."
Situ Jian said, "I can accompany you too."
Mo Hua shook