Lin Giru's eyes went wide when he saw the bladed horn. Lin Guo came forward and checked the horn.
"This is indeed the bladed horn from a Greasy Horned Weasel," Lin Guo confirmed.
"Are you ready to listen to my explanation now?" Amon asked Lin Giru.
Lin Giru was still lost for words.
"Tell us," It was Lin Guo who had asked.
"We went down there and searched for the Greasy Horned Weasel together. We managed to track one down and worked together to kill it. I was ordered to cut the bladed horn off from the dead beast. While I was doing the task, suddenly more weasels came out. The three seniors were fighting those beasts but there were just too many. Seeing as I was the youngest, the three honorable seniors told me to go first while they held the beasts down. Though I was unwilling, I know that my ability is limited. So I ran as fast as possible. I heard their death screams while I was running, that's how I know they had died to the beasts."
"Yo–you are lying…!" Lin Giru exclaimed.
