Outside Zeal's body, two months and many days had passed. It was almost the third month; the floor—on which he sat was already soggy with blood. Zeal's face appeared pale and pained—he unconsciously gritted his teeth. Even his unconscious could see that his death speedily approached.
Still, Sou Log sat without doing a thing. He closed his eyes, aloof from the surrounding. To him, Zeal had to overcome himself. Although the earth Kiro wasn't Zeal's enemy, he was also standing in his way. After all, Zeal would get closer to perfection if he integrated with the earth Kiro. And the most important thing was that Zeal would have the leverage and permit to enter the heavenly realm. Without that, he was still a half-immortal, and he wasn't allowed to near the gamut of heaven. However, he wouldn't directly fight the battle of Zeal. So he could only wait.