If it weakened further, he could easily lose track of it and end up going in the wrong direction. If he strayed too far, Gor'kan would never let him hear the end of it.
Zhar'khaen was frustrated. As a Pixiu, nighttime was supposed to give him the upper hand, but now he found himself in the same predicament as humans and devils, forced to stop and rest at night.
Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed through his mind.
"Resting at night?" Zhar'khaen's usual playful demeanor disappeared, his face growing increasingly serious. "Could it be that the reason the aura suddenly weakened is because the other stopped to rest?"
