Crack!
The Bone Knife fractured again, a gap forming, pieces falling off like inconsequential branches being stripped away, the main shaft being trimmed, rendering the clear blade even more elusive.
It was growing, no, more like gestating or perhaps smelting.
From this Invisible Furnace woven of Superior, Evil Foolish, life, death, hope, and despair, within the craftsman's hands, the silent flow of Non-attack Power reforged the light of compassion!
Pop!
The sound of a bubble bursting sounded again; from amidst the intermittent wailing, a broken skeleton was dragged out from the flesh and blood amid Ji Jue's shouts.
Until now, the skeleton's hand still tightly gripped a cloth saturated with blood, clutching it firmly, unwilling to let go.
The dim eyes opened, as if shedding tears, the lips silently parted for a moment.
As if pleading.
"I know," Ji Jue said, "leave it to me."
