I look at Yeom as she examines my wound. It hurts, it really hurts a lot. I feel like my blood is boiling inside my body, but I think it was worth it to help Yeom win.
I knew Yeom wouldn't win, that was a sure thing because I saw how Yesheon was quickly gaining the advantage as Yeom started to lose.
I can even say that fate affected Yeom starting to lose and Yesheon becoming stronger, which in the end would have Yeom killed and then me becoming Yesheon's target, as she seemed to have little control over herself.
Just because she spoke and thought like a normal person doesn't mean she was being rational.
Yeom approaches, kneeling next to me and placing her hand on the wound in my body. If it were just the wound, she could even heal me, but my blood is strange.
Yesheon did something to me and it's slowly killing me. As a cultivator, even though the wound in my body is severe, I haven't died yet, so there's time for a farewell.
