"Uncle Li, do you think there's something off about the fire beast attack this time?"
Rain stood in the middle of the spiritual field, the fragrance of the crops lingering in the air. His green shirt clung to him as a breeze passed by, but his mind was elsewhere. He squinted, deep in thought.
Uncle Li looked around cautiously before speaking, his voice low. "We usually set traps around the outer fields for monsters. But this time…" He hesitated, clearly troubled. "When I checked, many of the traps were destroyed. Not by beasts. By people."
Rain's eyes narrowed. "Humans?"
Uncle Li nodded gravely. His wrinkled hand dipped into his pouch and produced a few small, shimmering grains. "I found these near the collapsed city wall."
Rain took the grains, inspecting them closely. They were spiritual rice, each one glistening like polished jade, with a pure, radiant energy seeping from them.
Spiritual rice… used as bait?
