"A sickness of the mind? Kid, what are you talking about?"
"Ting Xiao, let me ask you: wasn't the scene in that town as horrifying as an Asura Hell? Just imagine it. A little girl, only seven or eight years old, experienced that horror. Her parents were brutally killed. Her friends were brutally killed. Everyone she knew was slaughtered one by one. The trauma was so immense that she sealed her mind away, leading to her current state."
Ting Xiao fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, "That's true. A sight like that would drive even an adult mad, let alone a little girl."
"Mhm, that's right."
"You really can't cure her?"
Qin Ya shook his head. "It's an ailment of the mind. She's trapped and can't find her own way out. Elixirs can heal the body, but they can't save the heart."
