If this Buddha statue is blown up, can it still be found?

Shen Le carried Lady Shiji—dangling her, gripping her, tucking her away, holding her aloft—as he crossed mountains and ridges. Under the sun, they wandered for a full four or five hours, from afternoon until dusk.

If night had not fallen so early in the mountains—if the sun had merely begun to set while the valley was already pitch-black—he could have kept searching:

[Not here.]

[Not here either—]

[We're close. It should be nearby. I remember it being around here—]

[Take me back to the original spot. Let me sense it again...]

Lady Shiji had shrunk down, and Shen Le had gained considerable mobility through the Five Animal Frolics; otherwise, they could never have raced over mountains like this.

Even so, when it reached six in the evening, Xiao Guo the driver desperately stopped him:

"Let's head back! We can come look again tomorrow! It's not like you're in such a rush that it has to be today or tomorrow, right?

"It's late, and going up and down the mountain is dangerous. What if you miss a step— You wouldn't want anything to happen to your Artifact Spirit, would you?"

Heaven knew, of the two people he was accompanying, one was a monster, and the other, though human, had physical abilities that were simply inhuman. Only he, despite having received rigorous training, was exhausted beyond belief.

Even if Alloy Master was willing to carry him, he could not keep accepting someone else's care—besides, Alloy Master was far too rough!

When charging through the woods, couldn't he spare a thought for whether a pitiful ordinary human like him might get shredded by branches?

Seeing his dusty, bedraggled state, Shen Le truly sympathized with him. He stopped on the ridge, lowered his head, and asked Lady Shiji for her opinion:

"How about... we