Shi Yuantang's corpse had been placed on the command carriage, without a white shroud, just covered with a Chu military banner.
Xue Three had already come up to the command carriage by now. His hair was a bit disheveled, his face full of exhaustion, and there were several wounds on his body. In the chaos of battle, even with Liang Cheng shielding him, and even though he could rely on his mental force and willpower, it was still impossible for him to come out completely unscathed.
After all, even the Sword Saint ended up with his clothes soaked in blood—how could anyone else expect to maintain their gentlemanly poise without so much as a hair out of place?
