The mountain wind whistled as if it was crying for dead Tang Rou.

The smile on Chu Xun's face froze. He stared at the delicate white figure.

He seemed to be in disbelief, wanting to confirm it again and again.

Chu Xun's breathing became disordered. The wind in the mountain stream stopped at this moment. His body trembled slightly, more and more violently.

He was afraid.

Tears streamed down Jing Hong's and the others' ...