Young Master Yun's face suddenly flushed a shade of red, his expression somewhat abashed.
Mo Hua looked at him in surprise as well.
He had assumed that someone as young as Young Master Yun who had already become a Second Rank Formation Master would surely be haughty and arrogant. However, he did not expect him to be so shy, with even thinner skin than himself.
He guessed that Young Master Yun had probably always stayed within his clan and hardly ever went outside, lacking worldly experience.
It seemed as though Young Master Yun remembered something and hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
But it was almost as if his thoughts were written all over his face.
Seeing it clearly, Mo Hua asked:
"What else do you want to ask?"
Young Master Yun hesitated for a moment, then said with an apologetic tone:
"Perhaps, this might be a bit presumptuous..."
"Hmm," Mo Hua said, "Ask away."
Young Master Yun made up his mind and slowly asked:
