Prompted by EHyde.
Wen Zhuliu stared for a long moment before speaking. “I only left for a few hours.”
“A few hours is a long time,” Wen Chao replied bitterly. He shoved his trouser leg back down and held out his hand to be pulled up from the ground. “You brought horses, right? Xiongzhang is still unconscious.”
Disciples aided him onto one horse and lifted his brother onto another. A third would bear the colossal head of the yao they’d slain.
“No need to tell anyone about the curse mark,” he muttered. “I’ll… deal with it.”
Wen Zhuliu nodded. He understood, of course.