"I don't know... But, but, I can't just pretend I didn't see it, and what exactly do you want to accomplish by staying in this world?"
"Only the living have the right to continue creating the future, but the time of the dead has already stopped, and there is no future for them..."
The old monk seemed unafraid of the fate he might encounter next. Even at this moment, he continued to speak with a pained heart, not fearing his own failure or the possibility of being killed, but sincerely feeling sorry for the dead person before him.
"..."
"..."
The air became briefly silent.
Kikyo looked coldly at the ragged old monk, and under the pure white moonlight, her aura seemed even cooler. But in the end, she didn't do anything, and her tone was devoid of any emotion, remaining as serene and indifferent as always —
"Leave, and don't ever appear before me again."
