"Honored Allah, please forgive your devout servant. Driven by unavoidable circumstances, I disturbed the sleeping one. If this brings any evil consequences, let them all fall upon me. Please spare my family—they know nothing of this!" After discussing everything with Zhou Ke, Duomaiti returned to the spot where he had prayed on his knees and began praying devoutly once more.
He felt that this time serving as a guide would likely be the last thing he did in his life, and perhaps its end as well. But he had lived long enough. If his death could allow his children to live happy lives, then he felt it would be worth it.
Thus, he prayed to his god that he alone would bear all the blame, as long as it did not involve his family.
After respectfully kowtowing three times, he slowly stood up, closed his eyes, and covered his face with both hands again. Facing the direction of the holy city, he recited scriptures once more, seeking to dispel the greed he had committed.
Duomaiti did not stop until the first light of dawn appeared.
Zhou Ke never tried to stop him and simply waited nearby.
Zhou Hai and the others did the same. Watching Duomaiti's actions, none of them said anything. Even as Martial Artists, they respected the beliefs of ethnic minorities.
After handling everything and packing up the camp, they got into the vehicles and waited inside.
Once Duomaiti was done, they set off. After traveling a short distance ahead, they began eating.
The Earth Wolves had appeared too suddenly the night before, and after staying busy for half the night, everyone was somewhat hungry. So after eating and drinking in the cars, they rested on the spot.
They did not actually need to rest, but they considered