"Young Master… Young Master had received an injury… he can't ride a horse now… that's why he got this carriage!" The leader of the Spirit Devourer Team—Wang Dong's forehead was beading with sweat. It wasn't that he was scared. He was merely choking himself to bring out this effect. This guy had come up with a lie. But, wasn't it a reasonable one? He was a quick witted man. He was aware that the Young Master's buttocks had been punished when he had broken the military's laws. So, he quickly used that fact to conjure a justifiable lie.
"Hurry and pick up the Young Master. Quickly take him to the carriage and examine him!" Several members of the Spirit Devourer Team suggested 'anxiously.' They appeared like a group of killers, but their acting skills were quite good too.
Dugu Xiaoyi hastily got down, "Let me see! Quickly, let me see! Ah! Hurry up and take him to the carriage! This man is genuinely injured… why didn't he say anything about it…?!"
