Su Ling'er sat numbly inside the prisoner's cart.
The cart was fashioned from jet-black wood, carved with Evil-Suppressing Divine Beasts, and looked exceptionally magnificent...
But no matter how magnificent the cage, it was still a cage.
She raised her bear paw, sniffing the primitive, wild scent on it.
She had become a bear. She had really, truly become a bear.
She suddenly recalled a scene she had witnessed at the Dining Pavilion when she first joined the sect.
The dining areas, strictly divided by rank; those most luxurious private rooms...
She had once assumed the ingredients served there were merely rare spiritual beasts.
But now that she thought about it, could it be...
...that they were fellow disciples who, like her, had been transformed by some wicked spell?
Braised Bear Paws, Honey-Glazed Bear Gall, Slow-Simmered Bear Bone Soup...
The names of one dish after another churned wildly in her mind.
'Is this my ultimate fate?'
