Piss Off.

Isemeine's eyes shot wide open, her chest heaving. Was he really going to leave her here like this? No, he wasn't leaving, he was sitting there and watching her suffer. 

Ryu was 500 meters away, sitting on a distant mountain peak. But, to those with their cultivation, he might as well have been sitting right in front of her face. He could see every bead of sweat falling down her perfect figure, he could see the beating of her heart through her fair skin, he could see the tears threatening to fall from her face. 

Usually, such injuries would only take her a few seconds to heal from, even with how severe they were. For someone like her, reconnecting severed tendons and ligaments was just a matter of a thought.