"Many thanks to General Zhao for your righteous help. Please, move to the residence and have your wounds treated!" Ye Qiu walked up with a beaming smile.
Zhao Xiong, under Prince Linsan, was now gravely wounded; his entire left shoulder was almost sliced off. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Ye Qiu, as if he might explode into violence at any moment.
"What on earth did you use?" Now that the sword had tasted blood and every opponent lay dead, he gradually calmed down and pressed the question.
"Just a little trick some country doctor stumbled upon. I'm sure General would look down on it. General, please go in first." Ye Qiu's manner remained deferential, but his back was ramrod straight; there was not the slightest trace of fear, flattery, or ingratiation on his face.
