Mo Hua was a bit confused and asked, "What's wrong?"
Hao Xuan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Junior Brother, do you have no sense of tenderness or value for beauty at all?"
Mo Hua was taken aback, "What tenderness? What value for beauty?"
Everyone fell silent, not knowing what to say.
Hao Xuan reminded, "Today in the sword discussion, didn't you use the Fireball Technique to collect a kill?"
"Mm." Mo Hua nodded.
"You used the Fireball Technique right on the face to collect a kill?"
"Mm." Mo Hua nodded.
"Did you realize that it was a female disciple?"
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Seems like it was a girl…"
Hao Xuan had a complicated expression, "Do you still remember what she looked like?"
Mo Hua recalled...
Pale skin, curved eyebrows, big eyes, a sharp face, and red lips...
"I have some impression." Mo Hua said truthfully, then asked, "What about it?"
Hao Xuan said, "Junior Brother, do you think she was pretty?"
