Yuezheng finally understands what is going on.
"Zhong brothers don't like to eat poison? You said earlier that some of our silver moon delicacies are not poisonous."
Zhong Yihan no longer believed in the food of the Silver Moon race. He waved with his hand and said, "Forget it. What do you want from me?"
"Well, tomorrow the wizard Yuede is going to hold a sacrifice to pray for the protection of the God of the Silver Moon. I have come to invite you to attend, and I can also take this opportunity to learn about the customs of our Silver Moon race."
"Sacrifice? Is there any taboo?"
"Basically there is no taboo, as long as you don't speak."
"What time tomorrow?"
"It was about six or seven o'clock in the morning. "
Zhong Yihan promised, "Well, I'll be there tomorrow."