Regulator Contract

"This thing is extremely faint—so faint that I thought it was residue left on those elves I saw in the Elf race before. That's why it will take longer to extract. If we rashly report it to the Venerable One and something goes wrong afterward, do you really think any of us will still be alive to talk like this?"

The person beneath the robe narrowed their eyes slightly, several dangerous yet cautious glints flashing within them.

"..."

"..."

They looked at one another, wanting to say something, only to realize that none of the words in their hearts could leave their mouths.

After a long while, one of them took the faint aura floating before them.

"One belongs to an elf. What about the other?"

Frowning, the man carefully pinched a wisp of aura so fragmented it was nearly invisible, his expression doubtful.

The aura flickered faintly like a candle flame in an eternal night. It was incomparably weak, yet it reflected into one's heart; even if one tried not to notice it, it was difficult to do so.

Its surface was wrapped in an indescribable gloom. Though it instinctively kept all senses at a distance, it carried a dark chill that calmed the mind, as if no power could easily provoke a reaction from it. Had it not been beside the elven aura, the few of them might never have noticed it at all!

"I can't quite make it out..." The figure beneath the robe furrowed their brow deeply, full of confusion as they carefully tried to analyze the strange aura with their own power.

"I'll try!"

With a trace of disdain in his tone, another person reached out and drew the aura over.

A moment later, a small azure jar appeared in his palm. Fine transparent grains