Canyue activated his private communication channel and spoke briefly with his subordinates within the ship, and soon Mo Zilan, along with his men, came out to greet him.
"Dad?"
Mo Zilan approached excitedly, Canyue hugged him, and discreetly slipped a card into his chest pocket.
"This is—"
"Say nothing, child," Canyue gently stroked his son's hair. "This is all my savings. Should anything happen to me, take it and head to Valkyrie Fortress, a neutral area where you can regroup."
Mo Zilan nodded.
This was the coded conversation they had agreed upon, specifically to be overheard by the soldiers of the Night Butterfly Federation.
In reality, what Canyue handed over was undoubtedly a fragment of that forbidden knowledge, the Eye of Discernment.
"But what about you, Dad?"
"For the short term, I probably won't be able to find that bastard Du Zexin."
Canyue turned and glanced toward Li Aozi, enveloped by The Dark Realm:
