Bai Jing thought, The High Priest adores Si Yan the most. If Si Yan gets infected, the High Priest will definitely find a way to save her! That way, I'll be saved.
I don't want to die!! I can't die!!!
But he hadn't expected that the High Priest had been trying all along. Si Yan had also been trying. In fact, Si Yan was a crucial contributor to developing the plague's antidote! If she fell ill, it would be detrimental to the research of the witch medicine for the plague!
A flick of the Snake Beastman's wrist sent scales flying, instantly slicing open Bai Jing's throat.
"Si Yan!!"
Si Yan was still standing there, her leg just cut open, just infected; she didn't feel much yet.
"Si Yan, how are you? How are you?" The cold-blooded Snake Beastman snatched up Si Yan and, while the white eagle beastman (Bai Jing) was flailing in helpless panic from his fatal wound, swiftly carried her out of the area housing the plague patients.
