Originally, a person's soul must return to heaven after death, but Wang coveted the power of the vortex and used the Soul-Seizing Technique to imprison Xue's soul. This action, in turn, created an opportunity for her to be resurrected and awakened.
At this moment, Yug's expression suddenly turned serious: "I must make the facts clear to you beforehand. I have already tried this method, and it failed."
These words startled Jelu at this hopeful time. However, recognizing the harsh reality was also necessary.
Yug spoke bluntly, leaving one wondering what he was really thinking. He was helping Firza accomplish the impossible while simultaneously pouring cold water on her hopes.
“I’ve been thinking about the reasons for the failure… I think my previous problem was… an incomplete soul. But you have the Wind Vortex Stone, so… you can say there’s no need to worry too much, there’s a chance of success.”
When Yug talks about his experiences, he hesitates, as if it were some unspeakable past.
Philsa changed the subject: "Actually... the power of the Wind Vortex Stone seems to be gradually weakening. So... I don't want to waste time and want to get things done as soon as possible, so please."
Yug nodded and then hummed in agreement.
“Even so—” Jielu suddenly spoke, her tone somewhat stiff, as if she had been holding back for a long time and finally mustered up her courage: “Even so, your injuries… cannot be taken lightly…”
"I'm fine, really."
“I know… but… at least you need to get some rest tonight. Let me take good care of your injuries. I was in such a rush a few days ago that I only gave you a simple bandage.”
Hearing the girl's stammering speech, Yug couldn't help but chuckle, thinking, "It's not like I'm confessing my feelings, why am I so nervous? It must be her personality; she's usually not very talkative, and she seems a bit shy."
His companion smiled faintly, "Then... I'll leave it to you."
It was already midnight. It took Jelu a long time to finally get the first-aid kit from the servant.
Upon opening the package, she found all the necessary medication and bandages. After thanking the servant, she returned to her room and discovered that Yug had gone out again, leaving only Philsa sitting at the table. Unusually, Philsa removed her blindfold, covered her eyes with her hands, and looked somewhat strange.
"Are you... in a lot of pain?"
Philsa did hear it, but didn't answer directly, saying, "It's like this every day, it's okay."
Has he been spending every day like this ever since that incident? The thought terrified her whenever she considered it.
He has to endure such torment every day, and she can only watch helplessly, unable to help or share the burden. Now, all she can do is try her best to treat his external injuries.
"Take a rest. Let me treat your wound again. Get some rest."
Philsa nodded. He took off his coat. The worst injury on his body was on his left shoulder, with a burn scar not caused by flames, but by the photon explosion of Augustine.
Because the wound wasn't treated properly a few days ago, and due to the long journey, it has become ulcerated.
Because he's left-handed, this injury would definitely affect his swordsmanship. In fact, she should have noticed it much earlier.
However, I doubt even Philsa himself knows how terrifying the injury is.
The product was disinfected and treated with medication, and then carefully bandaged.
“There’s a fire smell.” Philsa suddenly blurted out this as she let her companion do as he pleased, making her think she had hurt him: “What? Does it hurt?”
"No, no, I mean, there's the smell of flames outside. It must be the fire dance party in the central square, a very old tradition here. I've been here before, so I know."
Jielu let out an "Oh" and breathed a sigh of relief. At this point, the wound was basically treated.
"You came with Shirley, right?"
"That's right. I remember that Sherry attracted murderous intent back then because she looked very similar to Priscilla, who was known as the 'Wind Vortex Fairy' in ancient times."
Some say she is the reincarnation of the demoness Priscilla. Whether this is true or not is unknown, but Priscilla was indeed the previous person who wielded the power of the vortex.
"What is the truth?"
"I don't know, she didn't want to say, and I didn't dare to ask any more questions. Why don't you ask her later?"
It was rare for Philsa to crack a joke.
He then put on the coat that Jelu had brought him and checked the important item in the hidden pocket. He then went to the window and tried to sense the approaching flames outside.
Jelu couldn't smell the "flame aura" he mentioned at all. She stared at him and followed him to the window, sticking her head out to look at the light in the central square.
He was right; a large group of people were gathered around a fire, somewhat like an ancient foreign bonfire dance. It was quite unusual to see such a scene in a town. The residents preferred holding their celebrations in town rather than in the suburbs.
"Tell me more about the interesting things you two encountered on your trip later."
“I’m not very good at storytelling. She tells stories more beautifully.”
Jelu chuckled softly. "We need to have a good talk with her. She probably hasn't changed, right?"
Philsa remained silent for a moment, offering no reply. Sherry's appearance depended on the doll, which in turn depended on Yog's skill. Yog also needed Philsa to personally sculpt the doll's body and face based on his memory.
Therefore, Sulli will likely remain unchanged from a few years ago and will probably continue to live in this state in the future.
"Speaking of which, it's been years since we last met, and I hardly remember what you look like anymore, which is a real shame."
His companion changed the subject so quickly; no one knew what he was thinking. Gail, emboldened by some unknown source of courage, grabbed his hand and raised it, slowly bringing it close to her face. "You can try..."
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