"Old Mo... Mo Shan, no, Big Brother Mo!" a Monster Hunter clapped a hand on Mo Shan's shoulder.
"Tell me, with the friendship between us, if I swallow my pride and ask your son to draw a Formation for me, would he agree?"
Before Mo Shan could reply, another Monster Hunter interjected:
"Your face is big?"
"You're not young anymore, stop thinking about relying on your looks to earn a living."
Others laughed and joined in teasing.
"Mo Shan, just tell me, how many Spirit Stones it'll take to draw this Formation, give me an idea."
Mo Shan replied with a wry smile, "I'll have to go back and ask my son; this Formation probably isn't easy to draw."
The crowd thought it over and nodded in agreement.
A Formation capable of withstanding the blow of a late first-grade Monster Beast indeed wouldn't be easy to draw.
Another Monster Hunter whispered to Mo Shan, "Your son, he isn't betrothed yet, is he?"
Mo Shan nodded his head, "He's still young."
