Five minutes later, a large expanse of shattered weeping flowers lay scattered inside the cave, and Maha leaned against the wall, blood gushing from his ear canals.
Killua, held in A Mu's arms, slowly woke up, confusedly looking around. Soon, he saw Maha standing amidst the bodies of the weeping flowers.
Killua broke free from A Mu's embrace and quickly ran to Maha, grabbing his sleeve.
"Great-grandfather, how are you? Can you... still hear me?"
Seeing Maha's current state, Killua, although with tears in his eyes, didn't cry out like an ordinary kid.
"I'm okay."
Maha smiled and patted Killua's head.
"Really... okay?"
Killua was very perceptive and sensed something was wrong. Indeed, Maha hadn't heard a word of what Killua said before, and during his previous visits to Kukuru Mountain, he hadn't encountered such a large number of weeping flowers.
