Chapter 134: A Mischievous Imp Won't Let Go

About ten minutes later, until the two blood-soaked Cloths on the ground once more released a faint halo and a subtle aura of vitality, Mu spoke leisurely, "Young man, you can stop now!"

With these words, he turned over his bleeding wrist, gathered his Cosmo into his right hand, and lightly swept it across the wound. The bleeding stopped instantly, and the laceration healed rapidly.

Enhanced by Cosmo, a Saint's physique far surpassed that of an ordinary person; they could easily handle such simple external injuries themselves.

Hearing this, Shun finally noticed that the two Cloths had revived.

"Th—that's wonderful!" he said with a pale face, flipping his wrist as he tried to treat his wound just as Mu had done.

Alas, he was merely a Bronze Saint—how could he possibly compare to a Gold Saint like Mu?

To awaken the will of the Chameleon Cloth, releasing nearly a third of his blood in one breath had already left him dizzy and lightheaded, leaving him with no spare energy to tend to his wounds.

Before he knew it, his whole body swayed and he collapsed backward.

Mu hurried forward to catch him, stanched the bleeding with a wave of his hand, and said, "You've lost too much blood. Have a good rest!"

With that, he supported Shun and walked toward the stone tower.

Outside the stone tower, little Kiki leaned over the silver chalice, stretched his neck to peer inside, and then turned back to say to Yishihira, "I heard the Crateris Cloth can gather the essence of moonlight, turning it into sweet dew that regenerates flesh and skin and brings the dead back to life. How come there's nothing in your cup?"

Seeing the little boy's playful expression, how could Yishihira not know that Kiki was plotting to get his hands on the sweet dew?

"The war of the North American Expedition was utterly ruthless; all my sweet dew was completely used up in that battle!" he replied with a helpless shrug.

Moonlight dew was not easily gathered; the Crateris Cloth could only collect a single drop a day.

Back when the dew was plentiful, he hadn't felt that gathering it was particularly difficult, and claiming it was hard was mostly just something he said for others to hear.

Now, after half a year, the Crateris Cloth had only managed to gather one hundred and eighty-four drops—roughly nine milliliters, barely enough for a single gulp.

He finally experienced firsthand just how difficult it was to gather this sweet dew, and he finally understood why Moses of the Serpentarius had been so emotional.

The way that man had consumed half a cup of dew was simply too extravagant.

It was nothing short of a heinous waste of heavenly treasures!

Therefore, he resolved that henceforth, any use of the sweet dew would be measured by the drop; he would never again chug it down like plain water as he had in the past.

It was fortunate that he had ordered the Crateris Cloth to conceal the already meager supply of dew from the very beginning, otherwise this little mischief-maker would likely have ruined it again.

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Hearing his words, Kiki looked noticeably disappointed.

Suddenly, the little fellow seemed to remember something else, looked up, and said, "No way, you're a liar!"

"From the North American Expedition until now, nearly half a year has passed. The Crateris Cloth must have gathered plenty of sweet dew again. It's impossible that there isn't a single drop."

"You must have hidden it!"

With that, he searched the silver chalice thoroughly once more.

Regrettably, there still was not a trace of sweet dew to be found.

Yishihira shook his head upon seeing this and said helplessly, "Stop looking. The dew gathered over the past half year has already been used up!"

"Ah?"

Like a deflated ball, Kiki slumped dejectedly and sat flat on the ground.

Yet he was not someone who would give up so easily. His eyes rolled, and a new idea instantly popped into his head.

"I just want one drop! How about you give me today's drop that you collected?" The little fellow scrambled on his hands and knees over to Yishihira's side and hugged one of his legs.

"It's no use to you anyway, so why waste it? It's very precious!" Yishihira smiled bitterly, trying to pry the mischievous imp off his leg.

However, Kiki seemed determined to get the sweet dew, clinging tightly to Yishihira's thigh and refusing to let go.

"I've just never seen it before, so I'm really curious! Just give me one drop, please!" the little boy pleaded again, hugging the leg tightly.

"Fine, fine, fine! Tomorrow morning, I'll give you the single drop collected today. Will that do?" Not wanting to drag out this endless entanglement, Yishihira had no choice but to agree helplessly.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Then it's a deal?" Kiki slowly loosened his grip on the leg he was hugging.

"Mn!"

Yishihira nodded once more in confirmation.

Kiki was overjoyed, hugging the silver chalice and grinning from ear to ear.

Having finally shaken off the boy's persistence, Yishihira turned and walked through the doorway into the stone tower.

Shun was settled to rest on a stone bed against the wall, while Mu sat quietly cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed in meditation.

In the surrounding corners, numerous fragments of Cloths were piled alongside various tools like hammers.

It appeared this must be Mu's workshop.

Yishihira found a stone stool nearby, sat down, and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, Mr. Mu, when do we set out to harvest Orichalcum?"

Hearing this, Shun on the stone bed also sat up, leaned against the wall, and fixed his gaze firmly on the purple-haired man on the floor.

With his eyes closed, Mu replied, "The Orichalcum deposit is in a very dangerous place. Both I... and this young man have lost too much blood, and our condition has declined. We cannot take you there just yet."

As he spoke, he opened his eyes and glanced at the handsome youth on the stone bed.

Until now, he still did not know the other's name.

"My name is Shun, Mr. Mu!" Shun replied with a gentle, understanding smile.

"I—"

Just as Yishihira was also preparing to introduce himself, Mu cut him off mercilessly.

"You don't need to; I know you are Crateris Yishihira."

Although he was not currently at the Sanctuary, he still occasionally exchanged information with other Gold Saints in the Sanctuary, keeping abreast of general developments and changes there.

Therefore, he had retained an impression of this Crateris Saint who had played an indispensable role in the North American Expedition.

Helplessly, Yishihira changed his tack and asked, "Mr. Mu, approximately where is the Orichalcum deposit located, and what kind of dangers might we encounter?"

"In the Pacific Ocean," Mu replied, casting a glance at him.

"The Pacific Ocean?"

Shun on the stone bed thought for a moment, then realization dawned on him. "Is it a certain small island in the Pacific?"

"No!"

Mu gently shook his head and continued, "It is a continent that once existed in the Pacific Ocean. Its name is the Continent of Mu."

"The Continent of Mu? There used to be a continent in the Pacific?" Shun asked, somewhat puzzled.

It was the first time he had ever heard that such a continent had existed in the world.

"Then where is that continent now?" Shun asked with burning curiosity.

In the present-day Pacific Ocean, aside from sporadic islands, there was not the slightest trace of a continent.

"The answer to that is what I just told you!" Mu replied calmly.

Hearing this, a thought struck Yishihira, and he frowned, asking, "Could it be at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean?"

Since there was nothing on the surface of the Pacific, it could only be at its bottom.

"Correct!"

Mu nodded and said earnestly, "It lies at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean."