"Hmm?"
"Who is this person? How did he become like this?"
"I don't know him."
"He does not seem to be from the Chiyue tribe."
...
As Lin Wudao threw Feng Changqing on the streets of Chiyue City, it attracted the attention of many people in the tribe in just a moment.
All of them looked at Feng Changqing with bewilderment. Many of them frowned, and pity appeared in their eyes.
This was because Feng Changqing's current appearance was really too miserable. He was covered in blood, and his breathing was extremely weak. Even his vitality was rapidly diminishing. If this situation continued, it would not be long before he died completely.
Many onlookers couldn't bear to watch.
"This person's injuries are too serious. At this rate, he will surely die. Why don't we find a place to treat him?"
"Yeah, we can't just watch him die, right?"
