On the way back, Ang and Roel were in high spirits, as if a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. As they walked, they sometimes chatted and laughed, sometimes fell silent. In the dense forest, they gradually let down their guard, no longer proceeding with such caution and vigilance as before. Ang suddenly turned to Roel and asked thoughtfully, "Roel, do you want to go take a look at the Green Bear Tribe?"
Roel froze for a moment, then shook his head. "What for? Even if we saw them, we couldn't take them away. Going there would only add to my worries. Once I'm strong enough, I'll bring them out." There was a trace of determination and longing in his eyes, as though he had already resolved to change the fate of the Guanda people someday.
Ang patted Roel on the shoulder and smiled knowingly without saying anything more. He knew that a sense of responsibility was gradually taking root in Roel's heart, along with concern and hope for the future of the Guanda people.
"Roel, there's something I want to do at the bottom of the lake near the Green Bear Tribe," Ang explained. "Elder Rum once mentioned Soul Stones. They can store soul energy and the power of faith. I think there may be a Soul Stone vein near the Green Bear Tribe, and it might help with what I need to do next." He thought that if he could gather some Soul Stones, he could use them to make an altar and improve its effectiveness.
Roel nodded and said calmly, "Doesn't matter. I've been following you this whole way anyway. It counts as training for my own growth." Thus, the two of them followed the marks Roel had left behind and slowly made their way toward