Churong's gaze followed the goateed old man's words and turned to see the two young men who had come with uncle Xiang and the others supporting each other.
One of them held his wrist. The palm on the wrist had turned from purple to rotten brown. The back of the originally swollen hand had begun to wither, like a piece of rotten wood, and was bent at an abnormal angle.
He took a look and his expression did not change, as if he was not surprised by the young man's injury. He just instructed the old man with a normal expression, "
"Bring him down for treatment."
It was as if he was used to this kind of situation and it was nothing strange.
Song qingxiao saw this and asked, "
"What is hidden at the bottom of the lake?"
