Although Sangta was not accompanied by the same black panther that had bitten off her leg and nearly killed her, the white tiger with him seemed even more formidable. Jin Jing stepped back in fright, hastily wiping the blood from her mouth, terrified that the fresh blood on her face would provoke the white tiger to pounce.
She never wanted to experience such a nightmare again!
"Don't worry, it's not interested in a corpse," Sangta lazily said, leaning against the door with the demeanor of someone enjoying the show.
All of Jin Jing's fear shattered with the words "a corpse," as rage exploded within her. She yelled at Sangta, "Shut up, who made me like this? It's all because of you, demon!"
Sangta chuckled lowly, "You reap what you sow, whom can you blame?"