The monkey-faced man lay sprawled on the ground, his once defiant posture now reduced to a trembling heap. His lips quivered as he struggled, the essence within him draining away alongside his lost legs. Meridian destruction suicide, a gruesome technique leveraging one's essence to self-destruct, loomed as an unreachable escape, with his essence spiraling out of control.
Unfazed by the grotesque scene, Sam produced a collection of potent blood-staunching herbs worth a small fortune. Methodically, he blended and applied their juices onto the man's maimed limbs, staunching the bleeding, a gesture-driven not by pity but practicality. Death by blood loss wasn't his intention for the monkey-faced man.
The man, now a vulnerable pawn, rasped, "What do you plan to do to me?" His fate dangled precariously, open to any imposition.
Sam turned to Na Yi, asking, "You administered the poison. Can you undo it?"
