C364 The First Battle

Under the dim light, Tia Soong's kneeling body was trembling slightly. His lowered right arm was completely wrapped by the snow-white bandages. From time to time, a wisp of herbal fragrance would leak out from the gap.

In front of him, Zhu Chuoling was sitting on a chair, holding a cup of tea and sipping it slowly. Beside her, there was a maid who was specially serving her