"Deal."
The Moon Lord asked softly, "Your Excellency Luciel, what do you think of the Moon Lake Tribe?"
"The Moon Lake Tribe is fine. Plenty of people, good land," Luciel replied casually, listing a few surface-level advantages.
"Really? I want the truth, not polite words." The Moon Lord straightened her back, her snowy-white bow resting at her side.
"The truth? Are you sure?" Luciel's smile faded.
"Of course. You may speak freely." Her aqua-blue eyes shone with earnestness.
"In my opinion, the Moon Lake Tribe will perish sooner or later—and that time isn't far off."
Luciel's words landed like thunder.
"Luciel, what nonsense is that?!" Yue Feiyan burst out, her red eyes blazing. How could he claim her home was doomed?
"Feiyan, don't interrupt His Excellency." The Moon Lord's voice rose slightly, silencing her daughter.
"…Oh." Yue Feiyan bit her lip and shrank back, her eyes glistening with grievance.
