Standing inside the Lantern, Yu Xunge witnessed everything. Both hands pressed against the Lampshade, she watched Mistblade, who stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded, recede farther and farther from her.
That expression looked familiar no matter how she looked at it. It was exactly how the two of them had looked back in Astralana when Zhuri had left them speechless with anger-so angry they froze.
Although she could only hear the conversation and could not see the Beaver Duke's expression, judging by Mistblade's face, the Beaver Duke certainly hadn't given her an encouraging smile...
Yu Xunge couldn't help looking up and out, wanting to see how the Beaver Duke in the Burial Ground differed from the Beaver Duke in the Final Battle. Unfortunately, she could see no higher than her chin.
The Lantern hung steadily in the elf's hand. Yu Xunge was in no hurry to leave; instead, she let the Beaver Duke carry the light and walk slowly onward, destination unknown.
She didn't know the Beaver Duke well, but didn't she know Zhuri?
Even if their personalities differed, the wild arrogance in their bones was extremely similar.
With beings whose fairy tales and deity talent words were both named after them, it was best to let them take the initiative. Otherwise, asking anything was pointless.
At least she had finally found the Beaver Duke. Yu Xunge sat in the moon sand, holding the Ship's Wheel, pondering how to find King through [Cat's Ideal].
She let B80 out and had it sit beside her holding the Pocket Watch, so she could check the time whenever she wanted.
The mist around her grew thinner and thinner. When color returned to the world, the Beaver Duke's voice sounded overhead.
-"What was your combat power when you got this lamp?"
Her combat power?