Deep in the valley, Wolf Bu'er was still crying and howling, still venting, biting and beating Xiong Shiliu, but not to the death. Xiong Shiliu remained silent, eyes closed, taking the blows.
On the small hill at the valley's entrance, Wang Wu, Yuan Bupu, Old Niu, Little Wild Boar, and Niu Xiaocao sat in a row, gazing into the distance at the fiery sunset. A myriad of words welled up in their hearts, but they hesitated to speak.
They even felt somewhat grateful for Wolf Bu'er's heart-wrenching cries, his fury, his loss of control, and his sorrow, because it allowed them to recapture a bit of their former feelings. Otherwise, at this moment, they would just be five demons unfamiliar to each other.
It wasn't fifty years of separation that kept them apart, but rather the persecution by Lu Wuchen's disciples over the years, making them almost forget their past selves.
Even Little Wild Boar, who loved to chat the most, had turned into Uncle Pig with a face full of maturity.
