C135 The Maze Tomb

We walked for the first half of the night, but no one offered to rest. On this night, I had an attack because of the Hidden-injure Arts, and it was too painful to stop.

Allowing the heavens and Saner to worry, his tears never stopped. Until my pain subsided after two hours.

Seeing my painful expression, I blamed the Monk Hong incessantly. The one called Hong didn't say anything. After all