บท 497: Can You Sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star?

"Dear seniors, my master and teacher put their lives at stake just to enter Jiangbei City for information. As we speak, my master's corpse is hanging on display in Jiangbei City. I beg you, my seniors, to help me retrieve his body."

A young man no older than 16 stood on a small hill, pitifully asking those around for help.

The faces of those around him lost their color upon hearing his words.

After a while, someone lamented, "Stop thinking about it already. The aboriginals are powerful, and Jiangbei City has hundreds of winged cavalry warriors. Furthermore, Qi Zixiao, Xi Wanya, and many other experts are keeping watch there. No matter how many people we send, they will slaughter us all."

"Are we really going to leave my master's corpse there for the beasts to feed on?" The young man's face turned pale when he recalled the scene from Jiangbei City.

"What about the other people's bodies? Are we leaving them there as well?"