He realized with clarity
They remained there at the willow tree.
Liu Sumeng had gone to work and dug a grave for the scattered corpses across the forest floor. Huo Tang was chirping and fuming about their putrid scent and how they were polluting her dear home with fogs of resentment.
And so the Ivory Sword Saint labored. The sun crept over the horizon and they had yet to find a chance to rest. By the weeping willow, Yuan Xuelan knelt by the array and inspected the intricacies of the spell left behind. He promised results, claiming that he could pinpoint their foe's destination after some prodding.
Liu Sumeng wasn't opposed. After all, he was certain that they could track down Zhao Fanyu's location as well. That was something he was certain of.
But Liu Sumeng had long finished putting the corpses to rest before Yuan Xuelan was able to procure results. Fatigue was weighing him down, even if he didn't want to admit it.