Mo Shan had just hunted a monster beast yesterday, skinned it, picked its bones, and collected its demon core. After tidying everything up, he was about to descend the mountain and head home when a monster hunter with whom he was somewhat acquainted approached him, acting quite courteous.
"Brother Mo, there's something I'd like to ask for your help with…"
This monster hunter's surname was Zhou, first name Cheng, of average height, with a somewhat lean build.
Mo Shan was always generous, so thinking Zhou Cheng had hit some difficulty, he said, "Spill it, if I can help, I surely will."
Zhou Cheng seemed a bit embarrassed, "It's not that I need Brother Mo to take action; it's just a small matter for which I would like to ask your son for help…"
Mo Shan was stunned, "My son, Mo Hua?"
