Elder Lie Shu wore an apologetic expression. He glanced at Li Luo and his companion beside Li Yang and thought, 'Did they just happen to arrive here?'
He wasn't entirely sure.
However, he didn't really care about that. He only cared about Li Yang's current attitude toward the Star Moon Race.
Li Yang hadn't died, but the assassination attempt had occurred right outside the entrance to their Star Moon Race territory. Li Yang might no longer have any favorable impression of the Star Moon Race; he might even have grown to despise them.
"It's alright."
Hearing Elder Lie Shu's words, Li Yang smiled, showing that he didn't mind.
"Lie Shu," the man in the purple armor, Li Luo, clearly knew the elder and said with a smile, "I've come this time hoping to trade for some Star Moon Fruits. I was wondering if your race is open to a trade?"
The Star Moon Race didn't often trade their Star Moon Fruits.
