Little Fairy’s eyes were closed. Only her lips moved slightly, and a weak voice escaped them. “Profound veins shattered…situation hopeless…I don’t blame you, you…can…leave…”
Little Fairy’s weak voice also contained that desire for death. Her words, ‘I don’t blame you’, didn’t contain the slightest hint of blame, nor the slightest hint of emotion. They didn’t even contain a hint of unhappiness or unwillingness to accept the situation. Her heart was truly, truly dead.
“You don’t need to try and persuade her. Even if you really had a way to repair her profound veins to the point of making them perfect and whole, her will to die wouldn’t listen.” Jasmine said mercilessly. “Tens of years of bitter training, ruined in one morning. You simply don’t understand how it feels for one to fall from being half a step into the Emperor Profound Realm to being a cripple. You don’t understand what an unendurably large difference this is. Hmph, forget about her; let’s talk about you…if you were to lose all of the strength you had gained in this past year, if you were to lose all of your Divine Arts, can it be that you wouldn’t despair? As for her, she spent tens of years of hard work, so as to train to nearly the Emperor Profound Realm!”