A pool of blood grew around him.
The multiple and repeated blows that he had suffered had worsened the terrible state that he had already been in.
Luckily, he was a supreme grandmaster. Any other ordinary martial artist would have been dead by now.
But not Brahma. He could still speak. He might be sprawling on the ground, but that didn't stop him from trying to explain that he hadn't killed Ye Fan.
"My Lady, I really didn't kill Ye Fan! You should seek vengeance where vengeance is due. Look for Tang Yun if you want to kill his murderer. I've been made the scapegoat for too many crimes. I'm not going to be framed for Ye Fan's murder!” lamented Brahma loudly. He sounded as if he were the most misunderstood man in the world.
He wouldn't be wrong.
He had not been the cause of Ye Fan's death or the massacre outside the
Amazon rainforest.
But someone had framed him for both.
Sometime ago, numerous countries had issued a warrant for him. Everyone in the international martial arts circle had demanded his arrest.
It had taken some time before the situation had improved and everyone had turned their suspicions elsewhere.
But that hadn't lasted more than a few days before someone had come charging into his manor, demanding to avenge Ye Fan's death.
Brahma had no idea why he was so damned unlucky.
Why had he been chosen as the scapegoat for everything?
If he had known that this was going to happen, he would rather kill himself than turn up in the hellhole that was the Amazon rainforest.
"My Lady, you have to believe me. I didn't kill Ye Fan," wailed Brahma. The man was soaked in blood and surrounded by the ruins of what had formerly been his manor.
His words appeared to have worked. The young woman stopped attacking them.
"Are you speaking the truth?" asked the woman coldly as she frowned.
"Every word of it is true! I did team up with the Persian King to ambush Ye Fan. But he survived the attack. After that, he ran into martial artists from Chu Sect. I saw with my own eyes how the sect leader of Chu Sect, Tang Yun, stabbed Ye Fan in the chest. His death has got nothing to do with me. Why won't anyone believe me? Why are you all trying to frame me for something that I've not done? Do you truly think I'm a pushover?"
Brahma recalled everything that he had had to endure and suffer in the recent days and felt resentment and bitterness swell inside him.
His life was such a hardship. He couldn't believe the suffering that he had had to endure.
He wouldn't have felt so terrible if he had committed the crimes that they had accused him of.
He was a man and he would gladly and honestly admit to what he had done.
But the point was that he hadn't done anything of it.
He had been made a scapegoat.
The young woman stared at Brahma for a long time and realized that he didn't seem to be lying. Her desire to kill him vanished instantly.
"I'll spare your life for the time being. You better not have lied to me. If I find out that you lied to me, I'm coming back to kill you."
Her frosty words chilled the very air as they reverberated across the heavens.
Having said that, she turned and left.
Her lovely curves looked beautiful against the horizon that she was walking into.
King Folo and the others took a long time to calm down.
Emotions churned inside their gut and did not subside for a long time.
She was playing a melody on the instrument.
The melody was soothing to one's ears.
The birds were in flight, as if dancing to the lighthearted tune, while the flowers and grass swayed gently to its notes.
"Great Healer Chandra, you're truly a patient woman. I wouldn't be in the mood for music at all. All this waiting is driving me mad. What's going on with the Dragon Master? It's been months and he's not awake yet. Is he dead or something?” blurted out the man as he voiced everything that he had kept bottled up inside him for so long. He simply couldn't take it any longer.
This man was none other than the Persian King, Gaia, who had brought Ye Fan from the South American continent back to China.
Ye Fan had been grievously injured then, so Gaia had traveled tirelessly and brought Ye Fan here so that Chandra could save him.
Dragon God Hall was filled with talented and capable people. Many of them were accomplished healers and doctors.
One of them was Chandra.
In fact, she was known as the Great Healer in the martial arts circle.
Chandra appeared oblivious to what he had said and to the rest of the world as she immersed herself in the music that she was playing.
When the song finally ended, Chandra turned and looked at the hut.
"Don't worry. Ye Fan's blessed by the gods. He'll be alright," she said mildly.
"But this is taking too long. It's been three months since I've brought him to you. No matter how serious his injury, he should have woken up by now," said Gaia anxiously.
Chandra's soft laughter was like a windchime singing in the breeze.
"He should have indeed awakened a long time ago. The fact that he hasn't means that he's probably stumbled across some sort of realization in the midst of his healing trance. As the saying goes, you have to break something before you can rebuild it. Opportunity often emerges in the wake of calamity. The length of his meditative trance speaks to the value of the opportunity that he's stumbled upon.
We do not have to worry. All we have to do is wait. He is protected by the Dragon God Body. He cannot be harmed easily.”
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