Mo Shan examined it closely for a moment, then suddenly his eyes widened, his mouth agape in disbelief.
"Is this... the bone of a Second Grade Monster Beast?"
"Hmm." Mo Hua, nibbling on a chicken leg, nodded and said, "Dad, you really do have good eyesight!"
Mo Shan didn't know what to say.
Was it really a matter of good eyesight...
Remembering the strange events in the deep mountains, he asked:
"How... where did you get this from?"
After some thought, Mo Hua decided not to hide the truth, "I needed Spiritual Ink for my Formation Painting, so I bribed a Big Tiger with some dried fish. Then we teamed up to kill a Second Grade Monster Beast; it ate the meat, and I collected the blood..."
"These bones, these teeth, were all left over after the Big Tiger had its fill..."
"I thought they might sell for Spirit Stones, so I brought them back..."
What Mo Shan heard sounded like a fantasy.
Bribing a tiger with dried fish?
Hunting a Second Grade Monster Beast?
