Night had fallen over the Moon Lake Tribe.
Inside a quiet inn, Luciel was meeting with Lu Chuan.
"Count the beast spars yourself," Lu Chuan muttered, reluctantly handing over a heavy bag.
Luciel accepted it without opening. "No need. I trust your word." He weighed the bag in his palm, his eyes flicking briefly to the bright handprints on Lu Chuan's cheeks. He could guess where those had come from.
"Can… can I have the Starlight Tea now?" Lu Chuan asked stiffly.
Earlier, when he mentioned Starlight Tea to his grandfather, he was slapped across the face. He still didn't understand what had enraged the old man. Thankfully, his grandmother doted on him—enough to secretly give him beast spars for the trade.
"Here." Luciel handed over a box.
Lu Chuan carefully cracked it open, inhaled the faint fragrance, then hugged the box tightly to his chest. Without another word, he left.
"Heheh." Mino suddenly giggled.
