In the hall, hysterical crying echoed continuously.
It was the utmost grief, the old sending off the young.
Suddenly, a chaotic noise spread, disrupting the somber mood.
Standing in the back, Tang Luo felt a movement in his heart and quickly walked forward.
When he made his way through the crowd, he saw Tiezhu's father had already fainted to the ground.
"Dad... Dad..."
Tiezhu's second sister cried out loudly.
"Quick, call a doctor!"
Xiang Chuan was well-prepared and had arranged for military doctors.
However, before the military doctors could arrive, Tang Luo had already knelt down.
"Old Tang, hurry, save him!"
"Hmm."
Tang Luo nodded, a glint of cold light flashing in his hand as several Silver Needles pierced into the elder's body.
Then, he held the elder's wrist, diagnosing his condition.
"It's enough to have Old Tang here."
When the military doctors arrived, Xiang Chuan shook his head at them, saying.