→ Cold in the Midst of Summer (1) ←

As I entered the hut, I immediately saw the Plum Blossom Sword, breathing faintly while sleeping.

In my attempt to not wake her up from her slumber, I carefully sat in an open spot.

The Immortal Healer searched for some medicine in bandages through the drawers to apply to my wound.

A small wound like this would heal in no time for a martial artist with a decent amount of Qi inside of their body.

“You aren’t thinking anything like that, right?”

“…O-Of course not.”

How keen…!

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