C362 The Bitterness of White Poplar

The sky was dark.

"Speak, what happened?" Zhao Yi faced the people kneeling on the ground. His angry face was twisted and ugly. Deep within his red eyes, there was still a trace of pain.

Violent roars struck the eardrums of the two men kneeling on the ground. Their entire surroundings were shrouded in fear. Their bodies could not help but tremble as they narrated what had happened that day