On the blowing wind, it still had a breadth of life. It had not been completely defeated, left with an unwittingly ounce of life. The consciousness of evil never dies, it only takes on another form.
It whispered without breath, without sound, mindfully projecting its thoughts: "Saotooooooooomeeeeeeeeee! Things are not over between us...we will fight again!" the soul of Xi'an envisaged.
And then, it was gone..trapped again between the conscious realm and the spiritual one.
And it waited...
Waited until the day, it could take its revenge once more!
Against the Clan of Saotome!
END