Gang Ryeong kneeled on the ground without a word.
His face was expressionless.
His body didn't tremble.
But his demeanour felt empty, it no longer carried that familiar coldness or anything at all.
It felt hollow, distant.
Jian Ruxue remained silent as she observed Gang Ryeong's condition. She wanted to console this poor, pitiful child, but no words of comfort came to her.
In the end, she could only sigh.
"…Sigh."
She turned her attention to herself.
In truth, she had protected herself and a small area around her. Gang Ryeong was the only one who had instinctively rushed to her side when the explosion occurred.
Although she had shielded herself, the explosion's backlash was simply too overwhelming.
Even her Sword Will had been torn apart.
Countless internal injuries racked her body.
Blood gushed from the corner of her mouth.
Her brows knit for the briefest moment, a flicker of pain flashing across her face.
But her eyes remained sharp, filled with vigilance.
