Song Ciwan looked at the Heaven and Earth Scale that had automatically materialized beside her. In that moment, she was truly a little moved.
There are always people in this world who, despite suffering endlessly, still hold onto their gentle nature.
And yet, the world's suffering seems to single out these unfortunate souls, piling upon them tenfold, a hundredfold, making the weak even weaker until they are ground into the dirt and fade away like dust in the wind.
Who would ever care if they had existed, or where they ended up?
But it didn't matter. It wasn't necessary for others to care, as long as they cared about themselves.
Song Ciwan stood beside the Snake Maiden and cast the Ganlin Spell again, completely healing the grievous wounds on their bodies.
The two maidens coiled their shared Snake Tail. Their upper bodies were joined back-to-back. As their expressions turned serene and they pressed their hands together, a seemingly divine radiance emanated from them.
