On the contrary, Xia Chuan had several deep sword wounds on his chest, visible even through the fabric strips. His breath was erratic as he walked, and his injuries were obviously more severe than his own.
Xia Chuan didn't answer and instead approached with concern to carefully examine the wounds on Xia Hong's body. After looking them over, his face instantly filled with rage.
But he quickly suppressed his anger and then opened his mouth to respond:
"Just now, Yuwen Dao sent Chen Ying to the Beehive to inform me, saying there are a lot of matters piling up here in Long Mountain that need my handling. The army won't be able to set out until after nightfall. I found it too slow, so I hurried over by myself."
"Indeed, there are many matters here. You're just in time!"
