On the Hexi Corridor, a discreet carriage proceeded towards the corridor's exit some sixty li away, escorted by around a dozen guards.
Yin Fang's complexion had never looked good. From the moment he saw Xu Shao's face at the breach, he understood who was responsible for crippling the hard-won escort team he had built up. He was furious, but that was all he could be—furious. The mere mention of Xu Shao's name was enough to cause dread, not just for him but for the entire Yin family combined, as they were no match for him.
The morale of the guards was low. Yin Fang felt so bitter that he was on the verge of tears. Just then, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted, revealing the anxious face of Yin Tian'er, "Hurry and fetch some clean water, Xie Tian needs to wash his wounds!"
