C157 The Urgent Arguments of Kuoguaja

Cao Chun was sitting cross-legged in a wide tent. He looked at the ground two steps away from him — there was a hole the size of a small teacup in the top of the tent. The sunlight shone in from the outside and formed a small bright spot on the ground.

Cao Chun's hands and feet were covered in heavy iron shackles. His face was very haggard and pale, and his lips were split open a few times