The night was still heavy, and the faint glow of dawn had yet to touch the sky. Darkness clung stubbornly to the land, making the road ahead almost invisible.
Outside the Moon Lake Tribe, Luciel quietly led Liyue and Youfeier toward the massive creature waiting for them—the rock turtle. Its colossal body rested like a hill, breathing slowly in the shadows.
Liyue's silver-white eyes fell on the large cloth bag Luciel carried in his hand. The faint glow of fierce beast spars shone from within it, scattering like tiny fragments of stars. She frowned softly and asked,
"Luciel… the Moon Lord suddenly handed over so many beast spars to you. Do you think she has some hidden intention behind it?"
At the moment of parting, the Moon Lord had instructed Yue Feiyan to give Luciel every single beast spar her tribe had accumulated. The gesture was too generous to be dismissed as a simple gift.
Luciel smiled faintly, his expression unreadable. "That depends on how you interpret it."
