Chen Cheng was in the garden pavilion, contemplating the Qingfeng Saber Intent while waiting for Liao San.
Before long, the old servant, Shi Fangdong, led Liao San into the garden.
His left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage nearly a foot long, indicating he had suffered a serious injury.
Chen Cheng frowned and hurried forward to greet him, asking, "Third Brother, are you injured?"
"Just a scratch, nothing serious." Liao San grinned, the movement pulling at the conspicuous scar on his left cheek and giving him a somewhat fierce look.
Liao San was a man who had clawed his way up from the rank of a low-level constable. In his youth, he had been a notoriously ruthless character who was no stranger to brawls.
But ever since he got married and had children, his temperament had gradually changed. He became much more steady and rarely came to blows with anyone.
