"But throughout history, countless things that seemed eternal have eventually vanished. Even Great Yan, which was said to be passed down through the generations and rule for ten thousand years—didn't it, in the end, meet the fate of a collapsing dynasty?" the woman said.
"But I can't accept it. I was so close to succeeding—just a hair's breadth away. Do you understand that feeling?"
By the end, the man was almost roaring. His face twisted into a ferocious scowl, and his severed arm, which had stopped bleeding, began to drip with fresh blood.
Seeing this, the woman sighed, knowing that more words would be pointless. She pressed her palms together and said softly, "With things as they are, my debt to you is paid. I hope you will take care of yourself. Farewell."
Without waiting for the man's reply, the woman turned and left.
She showed no hesitation, departing like a pure white cloud, unstained by any karma, detaching herself completely.
