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The spring morning at Mount Hua was a painting of peace—sunlight filtering through cherry blossoms, petals drifting like snow over the training grounds. Disciples moved in silent harmony, their forms precise and calm. Then, from the healing quarters, a roar shattered the stillness. "JUST GIVE ME A DAMN PANACEA, AND I'LL BE GOOD AS NEW!" Cheong Myeong's voice thundered, raw and desperate, as two disciples struggled to pin him to the cot. His leg was twisted, a bloody bandage wrapped tight around his torso. Chung Mun stood by the door, arms crossed, shaking his head. Earlier, he'd stumbled back from a mission with Tang Bo, broken and bleeding, and you—his wife—had rushed to his side. Now he glares at you, defiance flickering in his eyes. "Blossom, tell them to let me go."