For the entire day that followed, Xia Hua kept glancing at Nameless from time to time. Whatever Nameless did, she secretly copied, as if imitating him would make him have children with her.
Nameless did not mind. He simply acted as he pleased. When tired, he sat for a while; when thirsty, he drank water; when hungry, he ate meat. When he saw beautiful scenery, he stopped to admire it. When he saw fragrant, lovely flowers, he did not pick them, merely lowering his head to smell them.
None of these actions particularly drew attention. Everything happened naturally, and even the old man walking beside him found nothing strange about it.
Xia Hua had not found it strange at first either, but as she copied Nameless's every move, she discovered that many of his actions were actually exhausting. She also could not understand much of what he did. For instance, why stop to look at distant mountains? What was so interesting about mountains?
That night, she quickly fell asleep beside the campfire and slept exceptionally well.
Early the next morning, she woke to find Nameless missing from the campfire opposite her. A flash of Soul-Light struck her, and she immediately left camp and ran back the way they had come.
This time, however, she did not find Nameless. After shouting around for a while and confirming he was nowhere to be found, she trudged back in frustration.
Half an hour later, Nameless leisurely returned to the group with a basket on his back. It held plenty more monster meat, taken from the monsters that had followed Xia Hua's tribe.
The reason Xia Hua had failed to find him was simple: she had searched in the wrong direction.
Although the two tribes had merged, their monsters had not. The monsters approached