After escorting all those refugees to the shelter, Yan Huan quickly returned to the Holy City to attend the bearded man's trial.
A large crowd had already gathered in Kefar Square.
Dan Heng was among them.
"What's going on?" Dan Heng looked at Yan Huan, who had hurried over.
"I heard you were involved in this matter too."
"Of course. Isn't saving the dying and healing the wounded a fine virtue of us The Nameless?"
At this moment, Yan Huan was half a head shorter than Dan Heng, forcing Dan Heng to look down to meet his gaze.
"..."
"..."
"Why are you looking at me?" Yan Huan asked.
"Why are you in a cast and sitting in a wheelchair?" Dan Heng asked, puzzled.
Right now, Yan Huan was lying in a wheelchair, with his right arm and both legs in casts. The IV tube extending from the drip bag beside the wheelchair was plugged into his left wrist.
"Cough, cough... Actually, I'm injured." Yan Huan lowered his voice, appearing extremely frail, and his face seemed to have turned pale.
"I was gravely injured by the Heavenly Condemnation Kin, and on the verge of death, I was saved by that bearded man."
"To save me, he braved all dangers and went to the Holy City to steal medicine."
"In the end, he was tied up and brought here like this..."
Dan Heng was silent for a few seconds, looking thoughtful.
"You mean you were beaten into this state by those Heavenly Punishment Soldiers?"
"Yeah." Yan Huan blinked. "Doesn't it look like it?"
"..."
"I understand."
Dan Heng sighed.
"Although I don't know what happened, I will cooperate with you."
In the center of Kefar Square, a middle-aged man shouted loudly:
"Everyone, silence! Silence!!"
"I am Itro, an elder from Dawn