Jiangli's breathing was a little ragged.
It had always been a little beast with a very distinct personality.
Unless it thought the situation was truly urgent and came out to help, it would not so much as move.
It was almost as though the little fellow did not exist at all.
But now, its eyes, once as bright and translucent as two agates, had lost their former sparkle.
Now it looked listless, its breathing rapid, the flame of its life slowly beginning to go out.
With this single move, the man who had never shown his face had told Yang Qing and the others: they should not think themselves so capable. With one casual squeeze, he could crush a companion precious to them.
As simply and effortlessly as crushing an ant.
Jiang Zhizhou and Mu Feng had already fed it every medicine that might possibly save it, including both Greater and Lesser Restoration Pills, but none of them seemed to help.
In the end, Jiangli's breath still ceased completely.
Its little body gradually grew cold and stiff in Yang Qing's arms.
Yang Qing kept his gaze fixed on it, his face utterly expressionless.
Back then, Jiangli had appeared before them out of nowhere and followed him through so many trials of life and death. Yang Qing could never regard it as merely a little beast.
"So that man was right. What right do we have to roam freely beneath the heavens now? With these paltry abilities?"
Holding Jiangli, Yang Qing slowly stood and looked outside the carriage again.
"I don't think Jiangli would want to rest forever here. Let's take it out."
The mysterious man had already left, but he had left this carriage for Yang Qing and the others.
This carriage was many times better than the one Yang