"You're giving it to me?"
Looking at the Golden-Red Inscription Yuezhou held out, Fengyu instinctively stepped back half a pace, his emerald eyes filled with surprise.
He had never imagined that this quasi-rule inscription, which embodied the wisdom of the Phantom Sound Clan's entire civilization, would be his reward.
It was the most precious thing in the entire treasury.
Although far weaker than Cang Xuan's three great sword momentums, it was still a "seed" containing infinite possibilities.
Tu Hu's experiences had already proven that merging momentum with one's own ideals could create an entirely new system unique to oneself.
Before coming, he had said he wanted nothing from exploring the treasury. In his eyes, the cost of opening his Star Meridian Slots was already more than sufficient payment.
A treasure like this ought to belong to the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce, or be allocated after discussion among the team. It should never have fallen to an "outside hire" like him, brought in to perform.
Seeing his stunned expression, Yuezhou could not help chuckling and held the Golden-Red Inscription a little closer. "Of course it's for you. We all discussed this and agreed."
As he spoke, he glanced at Canjuan, Sahuan, and the others beside him. Everyone nodded with a smile. Canjuan adjusted a nonexistent pair of smart glasses and offered an analysis with the rigor characteristic of research enthusiasts. "The analysis information makes it clear that only someone who truly understands music can bear the momentum of sound. None of us understands music nearly as well as you do. Forcing it on ourselves would only waste a treasure, so you're the best candidate. In your hands, it won't go unappreciated."
Sahuan nodded alongside him and pointed at Fengyu's chest. "You're from the Spiritlight Race. Musical talent is already in