Deep in the valley, Wolf Bu'er was still howling and weeping, still venting, biting and beating Bear Sixteen, but he did not strike to kill. Bear Sixteen said nothing, closing his eyes and taking the beating.
On a small hill at the valley entrance, Wang Wu, Ape Bupuo, Old Ox, Little Mountain Pig, and Niu Xiaocao sat side by side, gazing at the distant sunset blazing like fire. A thousand words churned in their hearts, yet none could be spoken.
They even felt a little grateful for Wolf Bu'er's heart-rending grief, his fury, his loss of composure, his sorrow. At least it let them recover a trace of how things had once felt. Otherwise, at this moment, they would have been five demons utterly foreign to one another.
It was not fifty years that had separated them, but the persecution they had suffered under Lu Wuchen's disciples over these years. They had nearly forgotten who they once were.
Even Little Mountain Pig, who had once loved to chatter and nag without end, had turned into a weathered middle-aged pig.
"That was what happened. Back then, Auntie wanted to use a wolf-clan maid to replace Bu Er. But at the final moment, Bu Er could not bear to leave Sixteen behind, so he went to find Sixteen and wanted them to leave together. But he did not know that Sixteen had already been controlled by Five Poisons, Lu Wuchen's disciple. So the real Bu Er stayed behind, while that wolf-clan maid became Five Poisons' spirit beast and took the form of a fake Bu Er. In the end, the Snow Wolf Clan's migration was exposed, the entire clan was wiped out, and Auntie's whereabouts became unknown."
"For all these years, Bu Er has washed his face with tears every day, filled