But after all, he was praising him, and Mo Hua didn't want to say so outright.
Moreover, even if the praise was off, being complimented still made him very happy.
So Mo Hua returned the compliment:
"Elder Su's Formation skills are also very impressive! And moreover…"
Mo Hua thought of a word, saying, "…very in tune with life."
Mo Hua still remembered his dalliances at the brothel, treating Hundred Flower Tower as if it were his home…
But Elder Su, unaware of what Mo Hua was thinking, stroked his beard, exceedingly pleased, and kept insisting:
"Drink tea, drink tea! This tea is a treasure I've kept hidden away for a long time, I wouldn't offer it to just any guest…"
The tea indeed was excellent.
The two drank for a while, and even when the tea was finished, they still felt a sense of longing.
Elder Su then asked his disciple to brew another pot.
The disciple who brewed the tea was the one who always followed Elder Su closely, a youth with a handsome appearance and a certain gentle elegance, though still carrying a touch of youthful stubbornness.
Having visited frequently, Mo Hua was quite familiar with him.
But this time, Mo Hua felt he looked even more familiar.
After the disciple prepared the tea, Elder Su nodded and instructed:
"Shuisheng, you may leave now."
Shuisheng?
Mo Hua was startled.
He scrutinized the disciple more closely.
The disciple's talent for Formation was actually mediocre, and he didn't show much respect to Elder Su, sometimes even being clumsy, so why did Elder Su always keep him by his side?
Mo Hua looked at him a few times more.
It was then he realized that the disciple bore some resemblance to Elder Su's features, and their Spiritual Power auras seemed to have some connection.
Shuisheng…
As Shuisheng walked away, Mo Hua continued to stare at his retreating figure.
Elder Su noticed Mo Hua gazing at his disciple, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, and felt a bit jittery inside.
"Young gentleman, what… are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at your young disciple."
Elder Su laughed awkwardly:
"Just a young disciple, what's there to see…"
Mo Hua silently gave Elder Su a glance, then quietly asked:
"This young disciple, he wouldn't happen to be your illegitimate son, would he…"
Elder Su choked on a mouthful of tea, coughed a few times, and hurriedly feigned composure with a self-deprecating smile: "You jest, young gentleman."
Mo Hua whispered quietly:
"Shuixian..."
Elder Su's hands trembled, knocking over his cup, and he looked incredulously at Mo Hua:
"How… how did you know?"
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slyly like a little foxs, thinking to himself that it was indeed so.