Yu Chengwu paused, slightly annoyed.
But upon further thought, he realized that Mo Hua's words made sense. No matter how much he disagreed with Mo Shan, he wouldn't be so petty as to argue with Mo Hua over small matters.
Moreover, bickering with Mo Shan's son would, at the very least, make him seem less magnanimous than Mo Shan by a generation.
"Alright, you're right. I won't argue with you," he conceded.
Mo Hua then asked curiously, "Do you have a Wolf Fang Club?"
Yu Chengwu nodded, "Indeed."
Mo Hua's eyes sparkled, "May I take a look at it?"
Yu Chengwu was reluctant, but seeing Mo Hua's curious and bright eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. After a moment's thought, he took the Wolf Fang Club out of his storage bag and placed it on the ground for Mo Hua to see.
The Wolf Fang Club was five to six feet long, with spikes resembling wolf fangs, made of fine iron and stained with dull bloodstains.
These stains likely came from monster beasts and cultivators alike.
