"Old Mo...Mo Shan, no, Big Brother Mo!" A Monster Hunter patted Mo Shan's shoulder.
"Tell me, with our friendship, if I swallow my pride and ask your son to draw a Formation for me, would he agree?"
Before Mo Shan could speak, another Monster Hunter said:
"Your face is that valuable?"
"At your age, you shouldn't be counting on your looks to make a living."
Some people laughed and joined in the teasing.
"Mo Shan, just tell me how many Spirit Stones it would take to draw this Formation, so I can have an idea."
Mo Shan smiled wryly, "I need to go back and ask my son; this Formation probably isn't easy to draw."
The crowd thought about it and nodded.
A Formation that could withstand a strike from a late-stage First-grade Monster Beast indeed wasn't easy to draw.
Another Monster Hunter quietly said to Mo Shan: "Your son, has he been betrothed yet?"
Mo Shan nodded, "He's still young."
"He's not that young anymore, these things should be considered early."
