The group could scarcely believe it. Only after confirming it several times did they thank Qian Wanyu and Dongfang Minghui. "Thank you, all three of you, for coming to our aid. We have nothing with which to repay you except this. We hope you'll accept it."
The man named A Feng produced a short flute from somewhere. It was only about a finger long, tiny and delicate, roughly the same size as the Clay Flute Seventh Sister had bought at the Dwarffolk stall.
"No need."
The woman Wei Junlan faced was a tough nut to crack. He fought her for quite some time before subduing her. She was a Metal Spirit Master who could summon nearby weapons for her own use. The sword in Wei Junlan's hand had nearly slipped out of his control, but fortunately, he had turned the tables in the end.
"Kill me or cut me to pieces. Do as you please."
"Don't worry. No need to rush. We'll certainly deal with you."
Wei Junlan did not enjoy indiscriminate killing either. He thought it would be best to leave all of this to Qian Wanyu.
"No need."
Qian Wanyu refused again, but Ninth Sister suddenly snatched the flute A Feng offered and turned it over in her hands, playing with it. "Seventh Sister, let's keep this flute as a memento."
Dongfang Minghui simply held the flute and grinned foolishly at her.
Qian Wanyu affectionately brushed a finger over her nose. "If you like it, keep it."
Only after the group left did Qian Wanyu ask quietly, "Well? What did you notice just now?"
Dongfang Minghui pursed her lips helplessly. Sure enough, nothing escaped Seventh Sister. "Seventh Sister, I think they're the members of the Elf Clan we've been waiting for."
The Elf Clan loved peace, which explained