"Sir! He's still breathing!" the trusted subordinate exclaimed in shock.
He had intended to separate the Heavenly Wolf from this small corpse, but as soon as his hand touched Gu Jiao's face, he sensed something was amiss and checked for her breath.
Though faint, the breath was unquestionably there!
"Sir, the King of Wing has awakened and has sent me to inquire what has happened here," said the guard by the King of Wing's side.
The silver-haired man gazed thoughtfully at the unconscious Gu Jiao. "The Heavenly Wolf is dead, and we've just caught the murderer."
The silver-haired man returned to the carriage.
Also brought onto the carriage with him was a soldier clad in armor, unconscious.
The King of Wing, clutching the wound on his shoulder in pain, frowned and asked, "Who is he?"
"The one who killed the Heavenly Wolf."
The King of Wing scrutinized Gu Jiao's figure and her undistinguished armor, saying in disbelief, "What? Him? A mere foot soldier?"