Murim Recurve

"Would visiting Earth be of any use? A slot to it would have been incredibly expensive." Re'Kha pondered, feeling worried about the price Mu'Tua would have paid for that. She was feeling guilty for imposing on her to this extent.

"Haha," Mu'Tua patted her head, "Child, you don't have to worry about something like that. We would have paid such a price anyway the moment we noticed such an issue. After all, the number of Sha prowling about has increased lately. So, know this information beforehand has helped us a lot. Besides, the Sha that you faced was capable of stealing one's sense of sweetness, right?"

Mu'Tua expressed her worry, "And, this is something related to one's senses. If we had blindly healed those people, just imagine the chaos it would have created."

"So, just remember that this is valuable information. It was also why the Vi Clan allowed us a slot and didn't overcharge us. They just planned to use make use of their magnanimity in this issue and fight a war of words over the other Elemental Clans to gain better benefits." She laughed, waving her hands, "Let them play with their politics while we solve our problems."

"There isn't enough time," Mu'Tua urged Re'Kha to get ready, "We'll have to head to the Vi Clan right now. The time for your slot is midnight, so we have to hurry. After all, there might be a lot of formality and discussions to maintain there. We can only focus on our task once all such round-about nonsense is finished."

"I'm already ready," Re'Kha looked at herself, noticing that her dress was sufficiently good enough to visit the Vi Clan.

"No," Mu'Tua gazed at her dress before shaking her head, "This will not do. It would be better for you to wear a Mu Clan dress. It saves a lot of time and effort for me."

"Alright," Re'Kha nodded, watching Mu'Tua call for the servant Sii, motioning for her to bring a set of dresses suitable for Re'Kha.

Sii had complete knowledge of everything in the house, so she soon returned with a set of dresses perfect for Re'Kha. As the dress of the Mu Clan was one that completely covered her body, save for the face, Re'Kha was glad. She didn't have to use another cloth to cover her head separately.

Seeing how Re'Kha had kept her eyes covered by a ribbon all the time, Sii also brought a white ribbon that matched the colour of the dress. Re'Kha swiftly returned to her room and changed into the dress, feeling that while it allowed for dextrous movement of her hands, it was slightly constricting when it came to her legs.

This showed the mindset of the Mu Clansmen. They needed the freedom of movement for their hands since all the operations they conducted were performed using their hands. But, the cloth on their legs made them unable to sprint.

It was because of a simple reason; a doctor must never run. As they were always in the hospital, running might cause them to bump into people along the way. There was a chance. And, since the people they bump into might be patients with a variety of injuries, their actions might further endanger the patients, or possibly even cause their deaths.

Moreover, even if the hallways were empty, running caused their heartbeats to increase. This caused their hands to mildly shiver while they would be out of breath. Both were risky in the case they had to converse with patients or had to operate on them right away.

That was why their lower garments were slightly constrictive, preventing them from running. This saved a lot of trouble for them, hence the design was incorporated into their clothes.

'I am not going to fight there, so it is okay.' Re'Kha thought, since everything that happened on Earth followed a different scheme.

Re'Kha didn't remove her storage ring, Budding Dew. After all, there was no reason to do so. Besides, she kept all her weapons in it for emergencies. As her Elemental Qi was at maximum capacity, she was fully geared up.

"We'll return after a day," Mu'Tua said to Sii as she and Re'Kha exited the house, hailing the cycle rickshaw always on standby in their Clan. The two boarded it and headed towards the Vi Clan.

Mu'Tua closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the annoyance that would happen once she entered the Vi Clan. She then looked at Re'Kha, "Unless it is absolutely necessary, don't speak. Also, if someone continues to annoy you, just say you have something important to tell me or you had just obtained an idea. Those from the Vi Clan talk too much."

"I know," Re'Kha nodded, "Whenever we had meetings between the other Clans, it was annoying to deal with those from the Vi Clan. They ask too many questions, and most of the time, they speak just for the sake of speaking. There is no cause or information in most of what they speak."

"Indeed," Mu'Tua sighed, "But since it was them who has lent a helping hand to us, we must display our gratitude and not tell them off. Keep that in mind."

"I know, grandma." Re'Kha nodded, "I have dealt with a lot of the younger generation from the Vi Clan."

"That's good," Mu'Tua nodded, "What we have is just a conjecture. But, we hope to see if entering Earth would sever the connection between you and the blinded Ghost. That would save us a lot of trouble."

"What do you usually use to sever the connection between a person and a Sha?" Re'Kha inquired, "This shouldn't be the first time, right?"

"Like I said," Mu'Tua spoke, "We only begin treating the patients after the Sha has been killed. Even in the other cases, as the Sha had already stolen the necessary body part from them, they weren't bothered by the respective Sha again. The only exceptions were the possession cases we just realised about."

"Possession is indeed scary," Re'Kha shuddered.