Zhang Deming gazed into the distance, listening to the faint sounds of combat and the rising and falling roars of beasts. He frowned slightly. Recalling Qing Xiaolu's earlier words, he asked,
"Do the Demon Beasts in the forest go berserk at night?"
Qing Xiaolu nodded. "Yes. They don't just go berserk, they also become very strange."
Zhang Deming paused, momentarily stunned. 'So that's why they warn people not to go out after dark? It wasn't just to scare children?'
"Did this start happening at the same time your tribal lands mutated?" Zhang Deming asked.
Qing Xiaolu nodded again. "Yes, I believe so. It was what our last king said before he died, a truth he paid for with his life. He said the Secret Realm is dead and all the water sources have been polluted."
'The cost of his life?'
'Celestial Derivation Numerology or Oratory Prophecy?'
"Then how do you survive now?" Zhang Deming asked.
"The Clan Elder and Xiaozhi are in charge of our tribe's water supply," Qing Xiaolu said.
