Mo Hua found it a bit strange and quietly asked Ji Qingbai:
“Is he always like this? He must have a bad reputation.”
Others would talk to him, and still, he would be dismissive.
Ji Qingbai had a complex expression as he explained, “He’s usually quite talkative too, it’s just that he has some issues with your father, and that’s probably why he doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“He has issues with my father?”
This was unexpected for Mo Hua.
His father, Mo Shan, was known for his righteousness and had a good reputation among Monster Hunters; it was rare for him to have issues with anyone.
Based on the loves and hates of Cultivators, Mo Hua thought of five or six possibilities in an instant and then sought confirmation from Ji Qingbai:
“What kind of issues is it?”
“It’s not really a big issue,” Ji Qingbai sighed slightly, “He’s actually quite nice, it’s just that he likes to be competitive. He can’t beat your father, so he has a grudge against him.”
“That’s it?” Mo Hua felt it was somewhat anticlimactic.
Yu Chengwu spoke with displeasure, “What does a kid understand?”
Mo Hua didn’t want to argue with him but instead asked, “Do you know me?”
Yu Chengwu glanced at him, “The son of Mo Shan, of course, I recognize you.”
By his demeanor, it seemed he had known him for quite some time.
Mo Hua recalled for a moment and then asked, “Back when Qian Xing picked a fight, and Dazhu helped me, were you already watching from the side?”
Yu Chengwu raised his eyebrow in surprise, “Indeed.”
“Then why didn’t you intervene earlier?” Mo Hua asked, puzzled.
“Kids fighting, why should I intervene?” Yu Chengwu said indifferently, “Besides, your father is Mo Shan, I can’t be bothered to interfere.”
“Why did you get involved later then?”
“I don’t care how you kids fight, but when a latter-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Qian Family intervened, bullying a Loose Cultivator, then I couldn’t stand by and not care.”
Mo Hua nodded, thinking that though this man might have a grim face, he was actually quite righteous.
“Do you have a Wolf Fang Club?” Mo Hua continued to inquire.
Yu Chengwu appeared somewhat exasperated, “Didn’t you already know, I have an issue with your father.”
Why was he asking again and again?
“You have an issue with my father, that’s between you adults; what does that have to do with me?” Mo Hua argued confidently.
Moreover, the issue you have, when seen by a kid like me, seems quite childish…