Hua Chengtian took out a crossbow from the space again, aiming at the person on the ground. It was pitch black, and there was an inexplicable person lying there, so it was best to be cautious.
It wasn't too far to begin with, so Hua Chengtian, being careful, quickly approached the shadow at the bridgehead.
Motionless and lying there, Hua Chengtian poked the person on the ground with the cattle whip in his hand, but there was no response.
He poked a few more times to confirm that the person was indeed unconscious before daring to approach and turn them over.
In the dim light, the face seemed more and more familiar, so he immediately called out to his daughter, "Jin'er, bring the lamp over."
Upon hearing this, Hua Jin knew it was no longer dangerous, put away the crossbow in her hand, and quickly walked toward her father.
"What's wrong?"
"I think this person looks a bit familiar."
"Familiar?" Hua Jin's pace quickened involuntarily.
