An Mo had been leaning lazily against the wall the whole time, watching everything unfold without saying a word. But the moment Su Qinglan stopped Xuan Long, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
He did not need anyone to explain.
Just by looking at her, he had already understood everything.
Understood why she wanted to kill.
Understood why she chose not to act now.
And most importantly, understood what she intended to do for Rong Ye.
His gaze shifted toward Xuan Long, who still looked a little lost, and he let out a quiet snort.
"I really don’t understand," An Mo muttered under his breath as he leaned slightly toward Xuan Long, "how someone so dense like you managed to find a mate."
Xuan Long: "..."
As expected, there was no response.
Xuan Long simply ignored him completely.
An Mo was not surprised. Instead, he chuckled softly, clearly amused by his own comment.
He did not press further.
Instead, his fingers casually moved to the ring on his left index finger. He rubbed it lightly, and in the next moment, the small bag tied at his waist suddenly became heavier.
The change was so sudden that even Xuan Long noticed it.
An Mo straightened slightly, then untied the bag and opened it in front of everyone.
From inside, he took out several small pouches.
One.
Two.
Three...
He did not stop until he had taken out enough for everyone.
Then, without any hesitation, he walked over to Su Qinglan and placed them in front of her.
"Lan Lan," he said with a light smile, his tone unusually sincere, "you’ve been taking care of me for so long. This is just a small token of gratitude I brought back from my home."
As he spoke, he casually distributed the pouches to the others as well, Hu Yan, Shi Feng, Han Jue, and even Rong Ye.
Only one person was left out.
Xuan Long.
An Mo glanced at him briefly, then looked away as if nothing had happened. His actions were so natural that it almost felt intentional.
After handing everything out, he leaned slightly closer to Su Qinglan, his smile turning a little playful again.
"Of course," he added, his voice lowering just a bit, "if Lan Lan likes it, I can always bring more next time."
There was even a faint hint of teasing in his tone.
The others, however, were not paying attention to his flirting at all.
Because the moment they opened the pouches, they were stunned.
Inside each pouch were crystal cores. Not just any crystals, but purple crystal cores. And not one, but ten.
Hu Yan’s hand tightened slightly.
Shi Feng’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Even Han Jue, who rarely showed emotion, stared at the contents for a second longer than usual.
Rong Ye was completely stunned.
For a moment, no one spoke, because they all knew what this meant.
In the beast world, even the lowest grade orange crystal cores were considered rare resources.
Something that small tribes could barely obtain.
And purple crystals, they were on a completely different level.
Yet now...
An Mo had casually handed them out like they were nothing.

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