"Mr. Xia...!"
From the moment they saw their companion's severed arm, Miroku and Sango had felt terrible.
Now, witnessing his self-sacrificing spirit, always putting the bigger picture first, moved them even more deeply.
Naraku was their great enemy, someone they had crossed either willingly or unwillingly, and a blood feud lay between them.
But Mr. Xia had no grievances with him whatsoever.
As long as Mr. Xia did not get deeply involved in these grudges and chose to stay out of them, Naraku, provided he had any sense, would never go out of his way to provoke a monk with so many tricks, extraordinary intelligence, and considerable strength.
Mr. Xia could easily have stayed safe, and no one could have faulted him.
Yet for the sake of his companions, Mr. Xia insisted on standing up for them and fighting their common enemy, all while claiming he was simply doing it for himself.
Faced with such a loyal, sincere companion, they would have been utterly heartless not to be moved.
"Mr. Xia, my Wind Tunnel curse has disappeared. Naraku should be dead, shouldn't he?"
Beside him, Miroku tried to dissuade him in a roundabout way.
The Wind Tunnel curse was an inextricable knot binding Miroku's family to Naraku. Either his bloodline had to die out, or Naraku had to perish completely; otherwise, the curse could not disappear. Now that the Wind Tunnel was gone, logically, that should have meant Naraku was dead.
Since Naraku was dead and gone, why did Mr. Xia still need to give up his left arm?
Li Xia saw through Miroku's intentions and shook his head. "He only feigned death!"
"Feigned death? How is that possible?"
The two exchanged looks.
"That's right!
"Since Naraku was the one who placed the curse on your family, exactly when it