Stormy Winds
"Old Mo... Mo Shan, no, Brother Mo!" A Monster Hunter slung an arm around Mo Shan's shoulders.
"Tell me, with the friendship between us, if I swallow my pride and beg your son to draw an Array Technique for me, would he agree?"
Before Mo Shan could speak, another Monster Hunter beside him said, "Your face is that big?"
"At your age, stop dreaming of making a living off your face."
Someone nearby laughed and joined in the heckling.
"Mo Shan, just tell me—how many Spirit Stones would it take to draw this Array Technique? At least give me something to hope for."
Mo Shan gave a wry smile. "I'll have to go back and ask my son. This Array Technique probably isn't so easy to draw."
After thinking it over, everyone nodded.
An Array Technique capable of blocking a strike from a late first-grade demon beast truly would not be easy to draw.
Another Monster Hunter quietly said to Mo Shan, "Your son... he isn't betrothed yet, is he?"
Mo Shan nodded. "He's still young."
"Not young, not young. These things need to be considered early."
"What are you plotting?"
The Monster Hunter chuckled. "I have a daughter, and she's quite pretty. How about we become in-laws?"
"Mo Shan, don't listen to his bullshit. My niece is the pretty one."
"Brother Mo, matters like this absolutely can't be rushed. I say wait a little longer—by next year, my daughter will be born..."
"Your daughter isn't even born yet, you shameless bastard!"
Watching them chatter over one another, Mo Shan smiled helplessly.
Though this demon hunt had encountered a few twists and turns, it had gone fairly smoothly overall and had not taken much time.
After descending the mountain, they sold the demon beasts, divided the Spirit