Qin Ming walked over, briefly comforted him, and then his body went stiff.
He heard a familiar sobbing sound from afar.
Qin Ming rushed over quickly, seeing a hunched, almost crawling old figure, covered entirely in blood.
Yu Gen Sheng was covered in wounds, many gashes nearly tearing him apart, trembling as he held a severed leg, tears streaming down his face.
"Elder, is this..." Qin Ming's body turned cold, harboring a bad suspicion.
"It's... Mr. Zhao!" Yu Gen Sheng responded.
Zhao Ziyan was left with only one leg, and his other body parts had completely blown apart.
Qin Ming was thunderstruck; during his time at Kunleng, he was cared for and sheltered by two elders, bearing great kindness, and one of them had fallen in such a battle.
Despite his previous bad premonition, the reality was hard to accept when it confronted him directly.
