"Goddess of Beauty?"
A flicker of confusion showed on Buwaer's face, as though he did not understand what those two words meant.
After a few seconds, he seemed to recall something and ventured, "The Goddess of Beauty from mythology?"
Zhang Yuanqing kept his eyes closed and did not hear the Elf Queen's reply, but she had probably nodded. Buwaer said, startled and doubtful:
"Dear Elf Queen, I am not a simple-minded elf like you who lives in the forest. I am a bounty hunter. I possess extensive experience and knowledge, as well as a brave spirit and a cool head."
The twang of a bowstring rang out, followed by the Elf Queen's pained groan.
Hmm, this was like the ancient cultivators of the Second District. If they heard that the Nüwa Sovereign, who had supposedly molded humans from clay, truly existed, they would probably refuse to believe it too. There was a gap between mythology and ancient cultivators; the First District was the same! Zhang Yuanqing understood Buwaer's mindset, but as a Spirit Realm Walker, he believed it.
A B-rank instance dungeon actually concealed a relic of the legendary Goddess of Beauty? Although a B-rank instance dungeon was not bad, wasn't this reward far too generous?
"I'm telling the truth. This is a secret passed down through generations of elves," the Elf Queen said fearfully, doing her best to prove her words. "In elven legend, when the Goddess of Beauty passed through a forest, her enemy, the God of Light, shot her in the neck with an arrow. Her necklace fell into the forest below and could never be recovered.
"That necklace is the treasure the elves have guarded for generations. It provides us with an endless stream of divine power. Every child born in the forest is a natural-born