The man from the flying feather race stood in the courtyard.
He looked at the woman in front of him and shook his head helplessly. "There's nothing we can do. I still haven't found the expert, and I have no clues as to who this person is."
The woman from the flying feather race had the same expression on her face, but there was more emotion in her eyes. She said to the man, "It's the same here. I've already searched all the rooms in this temple, but I didn't find any traces of the expert."
The two of them really wanted to find and thank the person properly. This person had saved their lives! From what they could recall, these stones had indeed been shot from the temple. Of this much they were sure. Moreover, these stones had shattered the flying feathers that were going to hit the young monks.
Still, there was not much they could do now.
