Heartbroken

Near the thicket, several people had already gathered. They were all drawn here by the sound of the deafening roar. Currently, they all had wide-eyed expressions as though they had seen something extremely shocking.

Qin Wentian finally arrived at the area, his heart pounding madly.

In his heart, there was unease as well as terror. He feared that he would see something he didn’t want to see.

His steps grew incomparably heavy as he walked forwards, heading into the crowd.

There was a lance embedded atop an ancient tree. Pierced through by the lance, a body hung lifelessly, pinned on the sturdy trunk of the ancient tree. Blood dyed his torn and tattered robes red. The body that hung there was long out of breath. His eyes were wide open in death, filled with unwillingness and depression. He was still so young and full of hope for the future, but he died here just like this, an ignoble death.