Mo Shan had hunted and killed a demon beast yesterday, skinned it, picked out its bones, collected its Monster Core, and finished packing everything up. Just as he was about to head down the mountain and return home, a Monster Hunter he was somewhat acquainted with came looking for him, his manner exceedingly courteous.
"Brother Mo, there's something I'd like to ask you to help with..."
This Monster Hunter was named Zhou Cheng. He was of average height and rather thin.
Mo Shan had always been a straightforward man. Thinking Zhou Cheng had run into some difficulty, he said, "Go on. If I can help, I certainly will."
Zhou Cheng looked a little embarrassed. "It's not that I'm asking Brother Mo to help personally. There's something I'd like to ask your son to help with..."
Mo Shan froze. "My son, Mo Hua?"
"Yes, yes." Zhou Cheng said, "Brother Mo and I can be considered acquaintances, but I've never even met your son. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to suddenly go looking for him, so that's why I came to ask you, Brother..."
Mo Shan looked at him suspiciously. "My son Mo Hua is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining. What could he possibly help you with?"
"He can! He can!" Zhou Cheng hurriedly said, "Don't I have a younger son? He's fifteen or sixteen, at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and he only became a Monster Hunter not long ago. But his talent is average, and he hasn't learned cultivation martial arts very well either. I'm afraid that if he encounters some troublesome demon beast in the mountains and something goes wrong, then..."
Zhou Cheng sighed. "He's been lucky so far. He hasn't run into any particularly difficult demon beasts, so he's still come back safe