[You reached level 20! 12 Attribute points available.]I could see the Status clearly even as blood dripped over my eyes. I staggered through a door and into a building — literally through the door as it exploded in splinters around me, my core ragged and hands bloodied. Old White Fang had been worth two entire levels. The rest of them together hadn’t even added up to one; I could feel that White Fang had been worth more than he gave me.I needed to heal. I was bleeding fast. The last thing I needed was the clan betraying me or turning on me for killing so many of its members. I just needed to wait for Feng Wen to arrive. Chen Mao had said he would, wouldn’t he?I fell back against a wall, falling onto the ground beside a bed in the ruined section of abandoned streets the criminal organization had occupied. With a flex of my will, I dumped seven points into constitution, raising it to an even 40 after the points I had gained from [Taunt.] Immediately, my breathing came easier. My wounds itched as they began to heal, scar tissue begging to be scratched.With my willpower fumbling, I reached through and into Old White Fang’s spirit ring. Surely he had medicine. As my Willpower reached into the ring, time slowed once again, the same it had when I first activated the artifact that had warped me away. I flinched, blinking open my eyes — but I had absolutely no control.Across from me, Old Ghost stared down disdainfully.“You?” I asked, aghast. The last time I had seen him was coming into this world, before he shunted me halfway across it.He was still ethereal, green, and ancient-looking. There was no trace of malevolence on his face. Instead, he looked disappointed as he looked me up and down, a steady bead of pity in his eyes. His left hand was tightly clutched, and space seemed to warp around it. Old Ghost sighed, then released his hand.[Heavenly Pillar Interface Restriction Lifted][Inventory Storage (...)