After the crowd streamed off toward the arena in the Tongdong Tribe's square, Si Shuo's eyes glinted as she walked over to the spot where Nong Mu had just self-immolated.
This was the open space in front of Nong Yan's residence, paved with a layer of beautiful cobblestones. Now, aside from the faint residual heat in the stones, nothing was left.
'This shouldn't be…' She touched the stones, lost in thought.
Gong You squatted down and wrapped an arm around her. "Darling, perhaps for her, this was actually a release. Do you remember what happened with Yin Jiang?
Holding on and surviving in such terrible conditions was just due to an obsession with returning home and seeking freedom. It doesn't mean they were willing to live without dignity, enduring everyone's scorn and ridicule.
The Beastmen of the Peacock Clan have always been proud and vain. The Bird Clan is especially sharp-tongued, so every day she spent here was torture for her. This was bound to happen sooner or later…"
