Yu State City, Constable Room.
After roll call had ended, the constables chatted and laughed as they left in groups of three or five.
"Teng... Teng has killed me."
Han Wenxin sat in the room, crying out chaotically.
At this moment, his cheek was highly swollen, and his left eye was still a bit bruised—someone unfamiliar with him wouldn't be able to recognize who he was.
This, however, began last night when he took off his clothes to rest, but suddenly, a person in black appeared and beat him severely without a word. The louder he screamed, the harder the fists came.
"Who on earth is this person? Could they be mad?"
Han Wenxin muttered to himself, "Logically speaking, if someone has gone mad, they should have gone after An Jing, that damn cur. But after a good beating from that person last night, my cultivation seemed to be on the verge of breaking through..."
