The little girl huffed away, but Cheng Qingling's heart was becoming increasingly disordered. She couldn't help but think about the situation the little maid had reported to her just now.
"Zheng Ming, can he really sweep through his adversaries with a single sword strike? Even if he wasn't injured, he wouldn't have that capability."
After all, among those who invaded Luming Town, aside from Ninth Rank Martial Artists, there were also Eighth-Rank Warriors.
Even uninjured, Zheng Ming couldn't possibly defeat such adversaries, let alone that Guard Dong's message also mentioned Zheng Ming was using a sword.
Perhaps, by now, his body lays in two places.
"Miss, that Guard Dong is really annoying. I told him to give us the real news, but he still said Zheng Ming killed the invading enemies, even claiming that Old Man Han, sent by the Third Young Master of Medicine King Pavilion, also died at Zheng Ming's hands."
The little maid ran back again, huffing as she complained.
