"Are you sure you can really leave me in your current state?"
In the mountain forest, Ellin sat cross-legged in midair, propping her chin on one hand as she watched Xiao calmly.
Her words left them both silent for a moment. Only the chirping of insects and birds filled the air.
Xiao narrowed his eyes.
In truth, Ellin was right. He was not in good shape.
The lingering hatred of fallen Archons was no trivial matter, and the consequences of having endless resentment batter his inner sanctum were just as grave.
Earlier, that endless resentment had breached Xiao's inner sanctum. With Ellin's help, he had miraculously managed to drive it out in the end.
But damage to his inner sanctum had still been unavoidable.
Ellin's healing ability could mend physical wounds, but it could not heal the pain of his soul.
So, although the resentment had now been driven out, Xiao's inner sanctum remained unstable.
In that unstable state, it was like a towering building on the verge of collapse.
The resentment lurking in his sea of consciousness could strike back at any moment. In Xiao's current mental state, a single misstep could leave him consumed by it.
Did Xiao know this? Of course he did.
No one understood his own condition better than he did.
He also knew that, in his current condition, his best option was to stay by Ellin's side for a few days and let the sound of her bell help steady his mind.
Once he recovered in a few days and his inner sanctum stabilized, he would no longer have to worry about the resentment striking back.
But... he was Xiao.
He was used to slaughter. He was used to being alone.
He did not know what companionship meant, nor did he like asking others