Riley walked over to the makeshift bed they had arranged inside the spacious tent.
Despite its temporary nature, the bedding was nothing short of luxurious.
A thick cushion lay on top, soft and inviting, clearly crafted with great care.
The fabric shimmered faintly under the dim lighting, and the stuffing—Diana noticed—had a certain spring and lightness to it.
Not ordinary cotton or straw.
No, this had to be made from the feathers of some rare and powerful monster bird.
Only someone with access to elite resources could obtain such materials.
She sat beside him slowly, her hand brushing over the cushion's surface, confirming her suspicion.
"What's your real cultivation base, Ben?" she asked, her tone quiet but direct.
Her gaze didn't waver from him, eyes narrowed slightly in thought.
She had been piecing things together ever since they entered the secret realm, and the clues were finally starting to fit.
