Having an eight-year-old child think about the Source was like asking a newborn baby to ponder the ultimate questions of philosophy.
Three days simply weren't enough for Lu Cang to figure out that ultimate question.
The kingdom's envoy finally arrived today.
The envoy had set out from Lord Reande's main city.
The capital was far away. Even traveling day and night, it would take at least a month to get here from there.
At that moment, in Iz's room.
Standing before Lu Cang and the others was the "kingdom's envoy," a man with a pencil mustache and a red top hat, whose manner was humble and proper.
Behind him stood an attendant dressed much like him, carrying a large tray covered with a long black-and-gold cloth.
"Lord Lu Cang, you're every bit as impressive as the rumors say."
"The king is delighted that the Kingdom of Loren has produced such a genius."
"He personally chose a reward that would suit you best."
He beckoned, and the attendant behind him stepped forward.
The envoy lifted the black-and-gold cloth.
Beneath it lay a long piece of wood, black all over and flecked with countless shimmering, colorful specks, as if stars were flowing across its surface.
Iz spoke up. "Void Spirit Starwood."
"An excellent material for crafting a magic wand. It's no worse than my Magic Wand."
Iz smiled at Lu Cang. "There's probably only one piece of it in the entire Kingdom of Loren. Looks like the king spared no expense."
From Iz's explanation, Lu Cang got a rough idea of how precious Void Spirit Starwood was.
The envoy continued with a beaming smile, "As for the matter of the Death Priest, His Majesty the King has also been informed. Once you go to the capital and confirm a few details,