Nangong Zheyue seemed to know whom Lu Mian meant.
She said calmly, "That will be enough."
After that fierce battle, Lu Mian had gained a clear sense of his own strength. He nodded slightly. "Then when do you intend to act, Nangong Clan Chief?"
Nangong Zheyue said, "Soon... the Heavenly Hound Tribe is under siege by the Golden Lion Tribe."
"It should fall within the next couple of days."
"The Golden Lion King may rest and regroup before laying siege to the Spirit Clan."
"I need to return to the Spirit Clan and hold the fort. Come over once your injuries have healed."
Lu Mian smiled. "These injuries won't hold me back. They'll heal in half a day."
He paused, then asked, "Nangong Clan Chief, do you know what the three syllables 'Zhipu Lie' mean?"
Those three syllables were the message the great sun had conveyed to him.
But he had no idea what they meant.
"Zhipu Lie..."
Nangong Zheyue's eyes shifted subtly.
She did not ask where Lu Mian had heard those syllables. Instead, she said gravely, "That is the oldest language... legend has it that those sounds came from heaven itself. In the ancient era, it was also called the heavenly language."
"Zhipu Lie... translated into your Great Qian language, those three syllables mean 'false.'"
Hearing that, Lu Mian could not help lifting his head to look at the sun in the sky.
False...
What exactly was false?
Why hadn't the great sun made it clear to him?
Or had it wanted to explain, only to be interrupted by something?
Lu Mian pondered for a long while, but ultimately could only set the question aside.
He had finally translated those three syllables, only for the mystery to deepen.
To unravel it, he would have to wait until he