Mo Han, hearing this, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's a relief, otherwise wouldn't the Beast race's Beast Aura be invincible?" Liu Yanran continued, "Even so, the power of the Beast Aura is monstrous. Think about it, if the combat strength and speed of ordinary soldiers are doubled, it’s not simply 1+1=2; it means a force of ten thousand could potentially handle thirty thousand. That’s a terrifying effect. The Beast race was significantly weakened before because a Prophet hadn't appeared for a long time. Now, with a Prophet, they will be a terrifying nightmare."

However, hearing this, Mo Han became confused. If this Prophet was truly a spy from the Underworld, and if the Beast Aura truly had to be comprehended by each successive Prophet as Liu Yanran claimed, then it made no sense. How could an Underworld spy possibly know the Beast race's closely guarded secrets? Mo Han couldn't help but feel troubled by this thought.

Seeing Mo Han’s distressed face, and thinking his worry stemmed from the power of the Beast Aura, Liu Yanran quickly spoke to comfort him: "Heh heh, don't be so tense. The Beast Aura does have a weakness: after the Prophet casts this magic, they must wait at least fifteen days before casting it again, or they will suffer magical harm. So, it’s not entirely insurmountable."

Mo Han offered a wry smile and replied, "I'm not worried about that right now. I'm just trying to figure something out, so I'm thinking."

Hearing Mo Han’s answer, Liu Yanran sounded curious, "What else is troubling you? Tell me, maybe I can help you think it over?" Mo Han shook his head, "I'm not entirely sure myself right now, just guessing, hehe. But perhaps you might know something about it."

After saying this, Mo Han shared his speculations with Liu Yanran.

Liu Yanran shook her head after hearing Mo Han's account. "Hearing you say that makes my head spin a bit too, but if this Prophet truly is an Underworld spy, then everything suddenly becomes logical. Still, how could an Underworld spy possibly know magic only known to the Beast race's Prophets? That’s too incredible!" Mo Han remarked, "I think so too. Forget it, I won't dwell on it. Once we meet that Beast Prophet tomorrow, won't everything become clear?" Liu Yanran looked puzzled and asked, "Why would you know everything tomorrow?" Mo Han put on a mysterious air and said, "You'll know tomorrow."

He certainly wouldn't dare tell Liu Yanran that Shui Ling’er had informed him the Light Jade Token had the ability to identify members of the Nether Race; that would just be asking for trouble. Seeing Mo Han’s demeanor, Liu Yanran rolled her eyes and said, "Who cares! If you won't tell me, then don't. Alright, I need to go. If that Prophet is indeed from the Nether Race, I must quickly inform my Master so we can take precautions; otherwise, it will be dangerous."

Mo Han looked genuinely surprised and said, "So soon? And we aren't certain yet. Even if that Prophet is from the Nether Race, they wouldn't pose a threat to you right now. At least you still have some utility to them. Why not stay a while longer? We could talk all night, discuss the current situation, or perhaps the future direction of the Dark Church. If all else fails, we can research how to save humanity."

Liu Yanran giggled, "You wish! Do you think I don't know what you're scheming? I really have to go back. I only came out to tell you about tomorrow’s audience with the Beast Emperor. Who knew I’d wait for you so long? If I don't return soon, my Master will be looking all over for me."

Mo Han’s face fell upon hearing this, "Ugh, what kind of Master do you have? She monitors you so strictly, is she trying to make me miserable?" Liu Yanran laughed and scolded him, "Don't speak ill of my Master; she is the person I respect most in this world. Alright, I’m really leaving. Just be careful tomorrow, don't be careless, understood? I will protect you from the shadows."

Mo Han's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he asked, "You'll be going tomorrow too?" Liu Yanran nodded, "Yes, my Master also received an invitation from the Prophet to attend tomorrow's meeting, though we will be listening secretly, not appearing in the main hall."

Mo Han nodded, "Even though the Prophet probably won't harm you now, you still need to be extremely cautious, understood?" Liu Yanran smiled sweetly and replied, "I understand. I realize you're starting to resemble my Master a bit, hehe."

With that, she turned and ran off.

Mo Han was left alone, touching his nose with a look of resignation, "Am I really that old? This girl... Heh, she is quite cute, though."

Early the next morning, the official from the relay station came to inform Mo Han that the Beast Emperor had issued an edict to summon him that day, instructing Mo Han to prepare himself. Mo Han quickly agreed, though there was little preparation needed other than staying in his room, playing with Xiao Mo to pass the boring time.

Soon, the two royal carriages sent to escort Mo Han arrived. These royal carriages were far superior to the Porcupine Beast carriages Mo Han had ridden before. The carriages were pulled by twelve Wind Wolves, renowned for their combat ability among the Beast race. This was Mo Han’s first time seeing Wind Wolves. Their fur was uniformly black and lustrous—perhaps they had been cleaned? They were a full circle larger than the Silver Wolves Mo Han had seen, and their eyes shone with a cold blue light. Moreover, each of their four limbs sported claws about twenty centimeters long, and their leg muscles were highly developed, clearly indicating they were magical beasts known for speed.

The sight was chilling. An ordinary person encountering their gaze and size would likely be paralyzed with fear.

To Mo Han’s surprise, the one who came to welcome him was the Beast race's First Prince.

Seeing Mo Han emerge, the First Prince, seated in the lead carriage, smiled and said, "Brother Mo Han, are you a bit surprised?" Mo Han quickly returned a polite smile and replied, "For Your Highness to personally come and greet me, how could I possibly deserve such an honor."

The First Prince waved his hand and said, "I already told you, we are friends now, so why be so distant? Besides, I specifically requested to pick you up this time. Alright, hurry up and get in the carriage. Father Emperor and the Prophet are already waiting for you in the main hall."

Mo Han nodded quickly, stopped speaking, and directly boarded the second carriage assigned to him.

Seeing Mo Han settle in, the Wolfman soldier driving the carriage let out a sharp cry, and the carriage immediately sped off.