In the inner city of the Divine Leopard Tribe.
Qingli pushed open the door to the room and walked in, carrying a bowl of meat.
Sanggu lay on the bed, looking as if he had lost a great deal of weight. His numb eyes shifted, slowly turning to look at Qingli.
On the day of the great battle between the Divine Leopard Tribe and Tiger Beast City, the beastmen from Tiger Beast City had actually found them. But Jin Wei, disgusted that Sanggu was now a cripple with no use, had simply ignored him.
Jin Wei didn't know that his actions were more agonizing for Sanggu than death itself.
For so many years, he had strived to make the Divine Leopard Tribe strong and prosperous, hoping to one day become the lord of a city himself. To end up like this... 'He might as well be dead!'
"Old Clan Leader! Old Clan Leader!"
A flurry of hurried footsteps sounded from outside, and the door was pushed open by a Hua Bao male.
"Old Clan Leader, people from Tiger Beast City are here again."
