C327 Eastern rebellion

In the morning, while Duanmu Yidi was still sleeping, a loud knock on the door woke him up from his sweet sleep.

"Second Brother, Second Brother!" It was Duanmu Yiren's voice, and sounded extremely anxious, as though there was something urgent.

"What is it?" Duanmu Yidi opened his drowsy eyes, and what entered his eyes was Duanmu Yiren's nearly twisted facial features.

Second Brother