Zhao Tiezhu struggled to sit up. Seeing who had landed on the ground, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness, you're here!"
He turned his head to look in other directions, his heart sinking rapidly. His grandfather was clutching a long sword, crouching on the ground and coughing up blood. At the doorway, the third uncle and Dai Zongmin looked even worse, and through the windows, he could see that many others had fallen unconscious. Although they hadn't spent much time together, those children had called him "third uncle" every single day; how could he not be affected?
Chapter 1246