"That is why the sacred land has us guard this place, so that the blood food we raise here does not escape in large numbers."
"If that foolish cat had said so earlier, this seat would not have gone so far as to kill it!" Moyue put on an annoyed expression.
"Brother Moyue need not worry. Are you not about to replace him?"
"It is that casual? Just reporting it is enough?"
"The spiritual energy here is not as good as the sacred land. Among those great races, how many are willing to come here and live bitterly? In all likelihood, they will agree to let you replace him."
"Fine. Guarding is guarding. It is still better than wandering around everywhere on the other side and fighting over resources to cultivate."
The Three-Tailed White Fox then asked, "Right, Brother Moyue, those pills of yours..."
