I cut out half of the inner elixir to save Master, but he gave it to his new junior sister.
The little junior sister showed off proudly: "Senior sister, men don't like women who are stronger than him."
I endured the pain and rebuilt the ghost path, vowing to make them pay the price.
Master, with red eyes, begged me to turn back: "We all need you..."
I crushed the remaining soul in my hand and chuckled: "Do you need my inner elixir or my life?"
In the ghostly atmosphere, a statue of flesh and blood slowly rises
"Come and pray to your god of pain."
