The Mighty Su Siao

Darkness was abysmal on this particular night.

The raging fire burned brightly. It was a sign that the Agnes family had been wiped out.

Su Siao, with Tang Ling on his shoulder, walked away step by step while looking like he had been through the mill. He fed Tang Ling and himself some vicious beast meat as he walked away from the scene. Words seemed to be stuck in his throat, but somehow he did not utter anything.

Tang Ling's eyes were half-closed as his head lay on Su Siao's shoulder. He was too weak to even speak.

"I grabbed too little, but we shouldn't be greedy." Su Siao patted his backpack after he found a topic to start the conversation. He was referring to the loot he had grabbed from the Agnes family's storeroom.

Was it too little? Not exactly since the crystals and vicious beast meat filled his whole backpack.

"Um, I'm sorry that I was late just now."