Tie Xinchuan is an old acquaintance from the Great Xia Slope, experienced in countless battles, how could he not recognize that what lay under the white cloth was a corpse? His body trembled suddenly, then immediately turned his gaze away and looked up, trembling as he asked again, "Lord Qiu, Han Yue... is she alright?"
None of the people present spoke, but their hearts all trembled slightly.
Qiu Peng's expression was extremely heavy, not knowing how to answer, he could only remain silent.
Not hearing a response for a long time, Tie Xinchuan's eyes instantly reddened, and then he stumbled towards the position of the white cloth.
Tie Xinchuan deliberately slowed his pace, clearly only a dozen meters away, yet it felt like he was walking for a century. He finally reached the edge of the white cloth, and then with a pained expression, squatted down and slowly uncovered it.
"Ah......"
