Zeng Mu and Okelo buried them with their own hands, laying Xuan'er and Feng Gu to rest together beneath the little tree.
The two faced each other in silence. No words could express the helplessness in their hearts.
Fortunately, they could only see what lay on the surface, not what had happened within. Otherwise, already weighed down by grief, they might have burst into tears over what the pair had endured.
Then they would surely have hated the Soul-Returning Cult even more, though they already hated it deeply.
Zeng Mu sat down beside the grave where the two lay together and glanced up at Okelo. She said nothing, merely sitting down beside him.
He asked, "Since you came out here to capture him, why haven't you succeeded all this time?"
She replied, "His strength is extraordinary now. I can't capture him alone. In an all-out fight, I'd have a forty percent chance of killing him, but bringing his corpse back would serve no purpose whatsoever."
Zeng Mu thought for a moment, then said, "Right, that explains it. So you approached the Temple Master and the others to gather strength and recruit help for a joint hunt for Haihui Gelin?"
Okelo did not deny it. "Exactly. Just as I enlisted you, I need other people's help."
"Then your brother..." He paused briefly. "The Beast Claw Collector, your brother whose real name is Romendi, can't help at all either?"
"He's busy collecting all kinds of beast claws right now and has no time for this. That's not something he can finish anytime soon. Besides, I've already told you that time flows very slowly in the Elf Realm. Although he's been out here for several years, by the reckoning back there, it's only been a few months."
"I see..." Zeng Mu exhaled heavily