The sky grew darker, and in the distance, the faint outline of Tongxian City could be seen. To stop here now would only waste time.
Despite Mo Hua's youthful voice, there was an undercurrent of authority in his tone, commanding respect and making it hard for others to dismiss him.
Throughout the journey, all the monster hunters treated Mo Hua with enthusiasm and kindness. That kind of "social capital" was not to be underestimated.
"Little brother..." Old Zheng hesitated.
Mo Hua raised a finger and shushed him, signaling not to speak.
Old Zheng was confused.
Mo Hua extended his divine sense, scanning for a moment, his expression gradually growing serious as he muttered under his breath, "It's... a second-grade monster beast..."
Upon hearing this, Old Zheng's legs went weak, his voice trembling as he stammered, "S-second grade?"
The other cultivators accompanying the caravan exchanged alarmed glances before they started murmuring:
"Impossible..."
