'Speaking of which, the one who should be laughing in his sleep is this little mouse in front of me.'
"By the way, do you remember the Striped Tiger?"
"I remember. Why?"
He had seen the Striped Tiger during their reunion at Yellow Wasp Mountain. But in the correspondence that followed, Xu Chang'an hadn't had much contact with him.
"He's dead!"
"Dead?! How did he die!"
"He died during a trial for the Mountain Gate! I heard it was a gruesome death; they couldn't even find all the pieces of his body."
Xu Chang'an fell silent.
In his memory, he was still that same impossibly proud Tiger Demon.
The thing he remembered most vividly was the "王" character on the tiger's forehead, shining with a brilliant light.
They hadn't been in contact for years, and the next time he heard news of him, it was of his death.
