Zhuo Yun shuddered, deeply moved by Yan Shi's words. Indeed, if she had been the one violated, how would she face her lover and her clan? She too would unhesitatingly choose death. Yan Shi embraced Zhuo Yun again, gently whispering, "Cry. It will be better once you've cried. He's already dead. His soul wouldn't want to see you in such pain. Let him move on in peace."
Ah Dai tightly clenched his fists, a raging fire burning in his heart. The elf had committed suicide because of the abuse aimed at the silver lady. Why should such good elves have to suffer the cruelty of these evil people? He suddenly stood up. Yan Shi was startled and grabbed his shirt, saying, "Ah Dai, what are you doing?"
A cold voice seeped through Ah Dai's clenched teeth, "I'm going to avenge the elf elder."
Ah Dai, whose murderous intent had just briefly subsided, was reignited at the death of the elf. He shrugged off Yan Shi's grasp, intending to head back to Mica City.