Holding an unconscious Frost, I leapt onto the shore, and went westward. I was battered and exhausted with my armor covered in burn marks and slashes. The War Swept Cloak on my back, which was originally white, had been dyed red by the fresh blood, and holes made by arrows and spears were all over the cloak, even my face was covered with bloodstains. These dried bloodstains weren’t even washed away when I went into the water to kill Fang Ge Que.