A day has passed since I've awoken from that dream. My body was in a more dangerous state than I thought, as my body wouldn't even heal from the combined skills of Barachiel and Cho Myeong-Suk. I thought the case would've been stamina, but something else prevented me from dying, they even contacted a close confidant of Wu Lei to ask how to heal me, but it was to avail since it took Wu Lei a long time to heal as well after using the [Heaven Reaping Fist].
It's annoying how I need to stay in bed for more days, but I can at least trust my comrades leaving them with all the work. The world
"Savior, here, have an apple."
"Thanks."