Ever since Xie Gu had awakened from his injuries that time, he had felt that something was wrong with him.
He had carefully examined his body and his sea of consciousness, but had found nothing unusual in either.
For a time, he had thought it was all merely his imagination.
Until he arrived at the Heavenly Dawn Sect with the group. That very night, he developed a strange, high fever and dreamed of his grandmother, who had died a gruesome death before his eyes.
He saw his grandmother bleeding from all seven orifices, her eyes still open in death. A conspicuous sword wound marked her abdomen, and blood had stained her clothes red.
Then his grandmother, who had long since died, began to speak.
At first, he could not make out what she was saying. Gradually, something seemed to begin cracking deep within him.
Slowly, he could hear indistinct, jumbled sounds, but he still could not understand his grandmother's words.
Her blood-covered face drew closer and closer, yet he seemed pinned in place by something, unable to move at all. Not only could he not move-even speaking had become an impossible luxury.
Sweat drenched his forehead as he tried to break free of it all, but his strength was too meager. He could only let his grandmother's face come ever closer.
Xie Gu felt a sense of panic swelling endlessly within him. But the person before him was his grandmother. How could he be afraid of her?
At last, that face stopped a foot away from him.
He saw clearly that whenever his grandmother opened her mouth, torrents of blood gushed out.
But this time, the voice he heard was no longer indistinct.
"Gu'er, avenge me." That was what he heard his grandmother say.
Xie Gu's heart suddenly clenched, and