Jing Jiang was dead. He had been torn limb from limb and devoured by the Winged Tiger Beastmen.
When Ding Yin said she was going to find him, she probably meant finding release in death. Those two winged lion cubs were her only remaining ties on the Beast World Continent.
Si Shuo pressed her lips together, unable to bring herself to persuade her to live on. 'When I think of how Zhi Le and the others were murdered,' she thought, 'I know I would feel the same anguish and despair, that every second in this world would be an ordeal of torment and longing.'
Then, Ding Yin let out a low laugh. "You don't have to worry about me. I don't have long to live, either. Three or four years at most.
I once saved a male who was passing through the Winged Tiger Tribe. He was a High Priest. He was grateful and wanted to take me with him, but I refused.
Why should my Jing Jiang and the others die so tragically, while these vicious fiends get to live on, happy and free?
