Rong Yanchen only smiled, the curve of his lips slow and confident. Without saying anything further, he raised his hand and waved lightly in the air.
At once, several fox beastmen stepped forward from the shadows. Their movements were quiet and disciplined, each of them carrying something in their hands.
One by one, they approached and placed the items neatly in front of Mo Qingli and Wang Mulan.
Soon, the empty space between them was completely filled.
There were bundles of rare beast hides, thick and soft to the touch.
Among them was even precious white mink fur, smooth as water and incredibly difficult to obtain in the beast world.
Beside them lay slabs of smoked meat, carefully preserved, their rich scent spreading faintly through the hall.
Then came two small stone containers. One held bright orange crystals that glowed faintly under the torchlight, while the other contained fine, rare salt… enough to feed an entire tribe for a year.
