That was the exact scene that Auretin had witnessed when he returned — Gu Mengmeng kneeling in front of Elvis, all attention on commanding how Elvis could carve the beast horn. Throughout the whole process, Elvis had been highly nervous, as if that thing he was holding was not a normal beast horn but a highly valued treasure.
The Elvis, who was like the God of Death according to legend, was actually furrowing his eyebrows and had sweat covering his forehead. The Elvis that could identify his prey from hundreds of fierce wild beasts, was actually being so careful that his sharp claws were quivering.
The wise man of Saint Nazaire, snow fox Lea, had been squatting beside the bonfire trying to add more marches while mixing the soup in the pot, occasionally looking up at Gu Mengmeng and Elvis' battle with the beast horn, smiling gently.