"You... you all, what exactly are you trying to say?"
Having retrieved the gemstone she once swore to protect with her life, Jiali'ang·Heipi hadn't relaxed in the slightest. She didn't feel even a hint of joy; on the contrary, the look in this clan leader lady's eyes, originally mixed with anger and expectation, suddenly turned to terror, filled with a fear and grey defeat.
It was the gaze of realizing that the life-saving straw she grabbed with difficulty was actually a rootless floating weed.
"I believe you have already guessed it."
Motan stood up and whispered, "We are not the culprits behind your nephew's disappearance, nor have we come here to threaten you with the safety of that young boy. Although we are indeed entrusted by the Archaeologist Association to obtain the relic key you hold, we would never use such despicable means to achieve this."
