“This is the thirteenth time we’ve met for the first time, but it’s my first time meeting her. Her eyes are full of wariness and unfamiliarity, while I have to pretend this is our first encounter and suppress all the memories of our past surging in my throat.”
Recover the thirteen traces of her breath, and she can return. But as the price of my bargain with the Heavenly Dao, I will perish.
“All his cultivation, powerful enough to reach the heavens, comes from you! His strength was born because of you, so of course it can also be restrained by you! This ordinary stone could never hurt him on its own. But the ‘cause and effect’ of your injury fell upon him, making it ‘real’ in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao! How could ordinary healing techniques possibly undo it?!”
