Mu Yang, having left the Scions of the Canopy tribe, was heading toward the Flower-Feather Clan.
Before leaving, curing Nanna had been a casual act.
The most important thing was teaching Kinich how to break the Mountain King's ice seal.
It would require the Mountain King's cooperation as well.
After all, the power of Returning the Fire did not belong to Mu Yang.
Mu Yang had instructed him like this:
"Although I now hold the title of elder, I probably won't appear in Natlan for a very long time afterward, so remember…"
"This layer of ice—unless the Mountain King has recovered very well, or the situation is extremely urgent—do not break it lightly."
Kinich remembered every word without missing a single one.
Right now, all he felt toward Mu Yang was gratitude.
As the successor of Returning the Fire,
his feelings toward the Mountain King were far more complicated than those of others, even the chief.
When the Returning the Fire burned, he could clearly sense the past between the Mountain King and Bukina.
So this time, besides gratitude, he really didn't know what to say after Mu Yang saved the Mountain King.
Kinich wanted to repay Mu Yang and offered to be his free guide.
After all, Mu Yang still had three tribes left to visit in Natlan.
But Mu Yang politely declined.
The unique characteristics of each tribe were best introduced by people from that tribe.
Besides, Mu Yang already knew who the important characters from the other three tribes were.
They were none other than Citlali, Chasca, and Iansan.
Those people wearing bizarre outfits (you're one too), full of personality, and possessing special powers—they were definitely gacha characters.
Mu Yang's first choice was the Flower-Feather Clan.
Not for any other reason, but simply because Chasca's cowboy outfit was too outrageous.
He wanted to go see whether the people of that tribe all followed this style.
After Mu Yang crossed mountains and ridges and passed the border of the Sacred Flame Stadium,
he encountered a light-blue dragon.
According to known information, it was the Iktomisaurus of the Masters of the Night-Wind.
Mu Yang's first reaction was: Again?
This wouldn't be another Ayu, would it?
Does your tribe also have a Kachina?
However, the cute Iktomisaurus did not do that. Unlike Ayu, it did not rush over and rub against him with its little drill.
Instead, it stood not far away, staring straight at Mu Yang.
Until…
Mu Yang's consciousness appeared in another space.
This place looked very much like the starry sky that Lumine often saw.
Could it be that he had triggered the plot that a Descender should have?
A large Iktomisaurus appeared before Mu Yang.
It spread its wings toward him and then gave a deep bow.
"What… does this mean?"
The Iktomisaurus did not answer Mu Yang's question. It simply turned and left the space.
In the next blink of an eye, the scene before Mu Yang returned to Natlan's ordinary mountains and rivers.
There was no starry sky at all.
Even the little Iktomisaurus from earlier had disappeared at some point.
"It seems I need to visit the Masters of the Night-Wind first."
Mu Yang really couldn't understand what the dragon meant.
Perhaps as the dragon companion of the Masters of the Night-Wind, the Iktomisaurus also shared their personality traits.
"Perfect. This way, I don't need to think of another reason to approach 'Granny Itztli'."
The moment Mu Yang thought of the title "Granny," he began imagining how players would react upon hearing it.
With Lumine's petty personality, she definitely wouldn't escape being called "Grandma" in this lifetime.
The forums would probably explode instantly.
Shocking! Traveler Who Has Visited Six Nations Starts Calling Someone Grandma!
The fun would be endless.
Although he now had a reason to go find Citlali,
where exactly did she live?
Because she lived in seclusion, Mu Yang did not know the specific location.
Mu Yang climbed to the top of a high mountain, just like when he first entered Natlan.
Even if he couldn't find Citlali's house, he could still ask a person from the Masters of the Night-Wind.
After all, Citlali was the renowned Great Shaman of the Masters of the Night-Wind.
Looking far into the distance from the heights, Mu Yang indeed spotted a small courtyard.
However, he was certain the person there was not Citlali.
From their previous interactions, Citlali should be an "old" shut-in who liked reading light novels and eating delicious food. She wouldn't be doing farm work at this time of day…
Ei: Feels like I got called out.
As Mu Yang approached the small house, he heard the man speaking in a gentle voice.
"I'm going out for a while now. I hope when I come back, you'll have turned a bit greener. Do your best."
These words left Mu Yang full of question marks.
Not to mention there was only one living person's presence here.
Your dialogue sounds way too strange, doesn't it?
What do you mean "turned a bit greener"? Are you talking to the vegetable seedlings in the yard?
Seeing the man's cloak outfit and the Vision on him…
If you're also a gacha character, then it all makes sense!
"Hello," Mu Yang greeted as he stepped forward.
The man turned around. "Hello. Do you want to shake hands? Actually, in Natlan, greetings don't need to be so formal."
Now Mu Yang was certain. With this kind of mental leap and eloquence, there was no way you wouldn't be in the gacha pool.
Mu Yang withdrew his hand and gave a simple introduction.
Then he said he had some matters to discuss with Citlali.
"Do you know where she lives?"
A trace of barely noticeable wariness flashed across the man's face. "Never heard that name."
"It seems your relationship isn't ordinary," Mu Yang said. He was no pushover either.
From the man's micro-expression and the pause in his tone, it was clear he was lying.
Could it be that he took Mu Yang for a bad guy?
Was he covering for Citlali right now?
Mu Yang tried to prove they knew each other by recounting the events of the past few days with Citlali.
But he noticed the other party's eyes were already starting to glaze over.
"Ororon!"
No way, are the people of the Masters of the Night-Wind all like this? Always trying to pry into others' secrets at the drop of a hat. Haven't you ever gotten into trouble?!
Mu Yang struck out with his palm, sending the man flying into the fence of the vegetable garden.
Only then did the other party regain his clarity.
"Cough… cough…"
Just as Mu Yang was about to ask if he was okay, elemental fluctuations came from afar.
Someone was throwing skills this way???
It seemed his palm strike had caused a misunderstanding.
Thick rolling smoke rushed toward Mu Yang.
Mixed within it were crackling lightning, ice arrows, and flame arrows…
For a moment, Mu Yang's perception couldn't penetrate the layers of strange clouds and mist.
However, he did not retreat. Instead, he stood his ground, drew Withering Glory: Snow Burial Over a Thousand Peaks, and prepared to receive this sneak attack.
He had always been very interested in strong opponents.
"Granny! Don't come over!"
The person who had been knocked down shouted loudly into the clouds.
Ororon was extremely anxious.
This youth had come looking for Granny, and there was something strange about him. Now he had even drawn a weapon.
If Granny rushed over, wouldn't she be running straight into the sword?
"Granny?"