"The Blackrock Clan's high priests probably won't come anytime soon, but we should still be careful and not let them hunt separately. Let them hunt together so that we can help each other if anything changes. Besides, the high priests won't care if a few generals or overseers die."

King Bernoulli didn't seem to care at all when he ambushed and killed Overseer Cavos. Although the two orcs didn't get along, it showed the orcs' disregard for low- to mid-level powerhouses. And during his and Danfeng's escape, Blackhan hadn't pursued them, seemingly looking down on them as mere reptiles. It was unlikely he'd abandon matters at the Bone Tower to chase after them anytime soon.

"Young Master, I understand. Tomorrow, send those guys hunting in the north. The west is already packed. What's the point of ambushing if there's no room left? But Allen won't listen to me. You need to tell him not to lift a finger, just let him oversee things."

"Oh! I'll go check it out. By the way, take these military merits and exchange them for medicine to distribute to the men below." Qin Mo threw a handful of fangs onto the table, making Wu Shengze feel a pang of heartache. These fangs were not only proof of military merit, but also considered collectibles by the nobles of Da Xia, and were extremely valuable.

"Huh! Those fangs belong to the Twilight Hammer Clan, and they're from a direct descendant general."

Wu Shengze took a pair of blue fangs and rubbed and wiped them clean, even spitting on them to make sure they were spotless, which piqued Qin Mo's interest.

"I can tell it's a general. His complexion is bluish, and he has dark markings that are about a hand's length long. But can I still tell which clan he belongs to?"

“Young Master, the dark patterns on these fangs are not due to the strength of the warrior, but to the purity of the clan’s bloodline. The purer the bloodline, the clearer the dark patterns. As for those tribes, they don’t have dark patterns at all.”

Qin Mo leaned closer to examine Cavos's fangs. The intricate patterns on the blue fangs formed a complex emblem. Qin Mo hadn't noticed it when she pried it off, covered in blood, assuming it was a decoration only powerful individuals possessed.

Qin Mo's heart skipped a beat. She took out the box Qing Ning had given her, opened it, and took out the pair of pale golden fangs. When Qin Mo realized the box contained Bernoulli's fangs, the phoenix eyes had vanished; she had searched for a long time without finding them. It was as if they had never existed.

"Hiss!...Young Master, where did you get this? This...is the fang of the Thunder King Clan's Great King! This is worth at least one 'Spirit Cleansing Potion,' and maybe even some extras." Wu Shengze recognized it without even taking it from Qin Mo's hand to examine it closely.

"It was a gift from a friend. I'm keeping it as a souvenir and don't plan to exchange it," Qin Mo said without looking up, just like Wu Shengze, as she began wiping her fangs.