"You have an incredibly difficult road ahead of you. I tried to look into your future, but it was utter chaos. I couldn't see anything. And many people do not know that the future is not fixed, either. Otherwise, all our efforts now would be meaningless. Though I hate to admit it, compared with that evil spirit on the ice sheet, my power is far too weak. It never even targeted me. Just the aura it released unintentionally was enough to make Gomok and me struggle to withstand it.
"So there is only so much I can do for you. But I hope you know that you saved Alesha and me from that evil spirit. You are the eternal friend of the Inuit. No matter what happens in the future, if you need help, you can come here and find us. And I bless the flower in your heart, that it may never wither." After finishing those words, Kunayou released Zhang Heng's hand.
Zhang Heng rose and bowed to the old shaman. He and Song Jia spent the night in Alesha's tribe, receiving hospitality unlike anything they had ever experienced.
Early the next morning, Zhang Heng borrowed a snowmobile and returned to Nuuk with Song Jia. Kunayou had already confirmed Eric's betrayal through dream-walking. Next, she would personally inform Eric's teacher and his tribe. At the same time, Alesha, Ollie, and the others would contact other Inuit and begin searching for Eric and the Sacred Object.
But those were internal Inuit matters, and Zhang Heng did not interfere any further.
"You're planning to leave?" Song Jia was quite surprised. Just as she was preparing to resign from her work as Zhang Heng's interpreter, she had not expected him to speak first.
"Yeah, I booked a flight for tonight."
"Wait, you're