The only answer the Winged Tiger Beastman received was the cry of startled birds nearby. With the rainy season approaching, the sky was overcast most of the time, and the wind carried a distinct chill. Someone had thrown his Beast Skins away, and he had no idea where they'd gone.
He could clearly feel the skin on the front of his body; it was scraped and aching all over. The pain was a dense, constant thrum that shattered his concentration.
'This was just like what he had done to Ding Yin! Only this time, he felt no excitement—just the same agonizing pain he had inflicted on her.'
Until the pain was his own, he could never have known the kind of suffering he had inflicted on others.
The Winged Tiger Beastman continued to plead, "I was wrong... I'll treat females well from now on... Please, let me go. Give me a chance to change my ways..."
