Meanwhile, old Mourbo had proceeded to support that young Takji lad, and offered him a mouth of intense alcohol. After allowing him to chew on grass medicines, he finally managed to pacify his condition. Yet after inquiring about what he had seen, that young lad only stared blankly, and repeatedly emphasised the phrase – ‘the Tree of Souls in the water’.
After interrogating him for a few times, Sheyan then injected this miserable warrior with a tranquilizer; allowing him to rest. Following that, he called old Mourbo over.
“The recent situation was extremely strange. Are you able to tell me, why the soul of your old friend can control such a frightening wild beast to assault us? And how he could temporarily possess your clansman’s body? Because this goes to show, the possibility of you and your clansmen being possessed to assassinate us cannot be excluded!”
Old Mourbo adopted a gloomy countenance, as he carefully pondered for a long time before answering.
