Gongsun Jiming's body showed no injuries, and his clothes were neat, though stained with some blood, appearing not to have undergone much battle.
However, his complexion was not good, pale and somewhat listlessly exhausted. As Pei Ye arrived, he was holding a paper and speaking rapidly with nearby disciples.
"Formation Map?" Gongsun Jiming emerged from among the few people.
This [Hualiu] was the youngest among the Eight Steeds, even younger than Shang Yun Ning, only eighteen years old, with a slender build. He had a fair and handsome face, faintly dotted with light brown spots, resembling more a student newly emerged from the National University than a true inheritor of Tianshan.
In Heavenly Palace City, they had communicated before; Gongsun Jiming was not the type who loved to talk much, but neither as silent as Zuo Qu nor as lazy as Bai Hua Zi. Perhaps it was simply an inward personality, not fond of jokes, but his words and actions were prepared with etiquette and order.
