Xiao Jie didn't look in the direction the young man fled. He silently walked to Bai Ling's side. This companion who had once saved his life and accompanied him for ten years had breathed his last, with an eye pierced by a crossbow arrow, looking particularly tragic.
He crouched down, his hands holding the cold beast trap, his arm muscles bulging, and with a cracking sound, broke open the steel trap by sheer force. He carefully picked up Bai Ling's still warm body, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, turned around, and walked heavily away from this land soaked in fresh blood.
Half an hour later, Xiao Jie returned to the cliff where he and the wolf pack resided.
