Sang Que stayed with Xia Chan, watching her drain two buckets of pig blood, leaving not even a bone fragment of half a pig. Her hair entwined, and the pork vanished quickly.
Xia Chan still unsatisfied, her hair had grown back to waist length, shiny and black with a healthy luster and texture.
Indeed, Xia Chan needed fresh blood and raw meat to replenish herself after consumption; the everyday food she consumed provided limited nutrients and had to be supplemented with quantity.
"Little Chan, sister knows you're a good child, not a bad person. Sister hopes you won't care about what others think of you, alright?"
Xia Chan tilted her head, not quite understanding Sang Que's words.
Sang Que spoke more directly, "Eating people is indeed not good, but in this world, not harming others doesn't mean others won't harm you. If someone wants to hurt you, eating them is not wrong."
