Era Relics?
"Got the intel on the Twilight Secret Cultivators?"
"Of course. With our status, it was a piece of cake."
Wei'en glanced at the mantel clock. Four-thirty. 'Piece of cake, and it still took them three hours...'
Clelia placed the parchment on the workbench, her expression turning plaintive. "I did all this work for you. How are you going to thank me?"
Wei'en said irritably, "How about you start by fixing that slurred speech of yours!"
"You don't like it?"
"Mm."
"You—" Clelia's eyes widened. She reached out and pinched him. "You don't have this attitude when you need my help."
"Alright, alright. Whatever you want as a thank-you, Lord of Thousand Faces, just name it." Wei'en surrendered. He really did need this intelligence.
"That's more like it~" Clelia hmphed, then pointed to the Era Relics and reminded him, "When Menor gave these to me, he said to make sure you destroy them after you're done reading."
"Hm? You didn't read them?"
