"Good!" Though Elder Wu said so, he still raised his eyes toward the pitch-black valley. Without a real answer, how could he set his heart at ease? This concerned the life and death of the Wu Village!
"Elder Wu, what is this?" As Xiao Mao spoke, he took out a piece of Morning Evening Moon.
"Ah? My lord... My lord actually has such a thing?!" Elder Wu was greatly startled and hurriedly said, "This is a secret Wu artifact produced by Houtu Village, called..."
At this point, Elder Wu uttered a strange term, then explained, "Back then, Dao Sect cultivators called it Morning Evening Moon. The name truly fits the object."
"Morning Evening Moon? This thing is actually a secret treasure of Houtu Village?" Xiao Mao was somewhat puzzled.
"My lord obtained this item, yet does not know where it came from?" Elder Wu was rather astonished. "This humble one and Ji Man thought my lord knew!"
"Mm, I bestow this item upon you!" Xiao Mao casually handed the Morning Evening Moon to Elder Wu. "Just tell me the secrets of the Morning Evening Moon!"
"This cannot be!" Elder Wu hurriedly declined. "This item is crucial to the awakening of the bloodlines of the descendants of the Twelve Great Gods. It is precisely what my lord needs. Giving it to this humble one would be like using a priceless treasure for a trivial task!"
"Do you not heed My words?" Xiao Mao said flatly.
Elder Wu hesitated, then threw himself to the ground and wept. "My lord's grace toward this humble one is as vast as heaven's bounty. Even ten thousand deaths could not repay it. This humble one now swears in the name of Great God Shebi that from this day forth, I shall serve my lord with loyalty.