Mo was somewhat lost in thought.
How long had it been since she last saw Lord Wangshu's flawless moon seed?
Hundreds of years?
Or... more than two thousand years?
It seemed that since over a thousand years before she was born, Lord Wangshu had not taken out any flawless moon seed.
That treasure was created by the founder of the Four Seasons Sect to aid the Wangshu Moon God, with only forty-nine pieces ever made, crafted from spiritual objects left after defining heaven and earth and molding the sun and moon.
For fun, the founder even infused it with the characteristics of a spirit plant.
It could actually be planted, and a moon would grow from it.
Even she was left speechless.
The other Merfolk were even more astonished, their mouths agape—after all, they were Nascent Souls or full-fledged Golden Cores of various tribes, yet at this moment, they looked like children witnessing a rare treasure, completely losing their composure.
