Looking at the pangolin in front of them, its body completely battered, its scales entirely plucked, hanging on to its last breath and barely distinguishable from a dead animal, Zhou Li and Tang Wan shed tears of sorrow.
"Let's bury it."
Zhou Li sighed, lamenting, "After all, it has been a friend for two and a half Shichen, we can't leave its body in the wilderness."
"Right."
Nodding her head, Tang Wan drew her dagger and said gravely, "Then I will send it on its way now, and I can still make it back for dinner."
"What?"
Zhou Li was taken aback, astonished, "Send it on its way? Are you planning to cremate it?"
"No."
Tang Wan shook her head, puzzled, "Isn't it still alive? Shouldn't we only bury dead pangolins? Sending it on its way before burying it makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Bury my ass, hurry up and save it."
