The gates of Hulao Pass gradually closed with a dull thud.
Xue Lin immediately ordered the over one hundred soldiers who had followed him to charge out to return to their ranks. Then he strode up the city tower, where he found Yu Wenye and the others still standing. Upon seeing him return, Yu Wenye gave a light nod and said, "Good."
Xue Lin panted lightly twice and said, "But, Your Highness, is that all?"
Yu Wenye glanced at him without speaking. Instead, Shen Wuzheng beside him instructed the soldiers behind to quickly bring towels and cloths to wipe Xue Lin's armor. Just now, he had almost reached the middle of the Sishui River, and the river water soaked his boots, leaving wet marks all the way back.
Xue Lin could only murmur, "Thank you, Shen Canjun."
