Fang Zheng lowered his head, his lips pressed together slightly.
Better to be a waste than be sent to death.
At his feet, the swordsman expert was already on the ground, blood flowing from his throat and staining the floor.
"Ugh..."
The Households Commander Ming's gaze fell on Wu Hai, his eyes paused slightly:
"Three Talents Saber, from the Hu Ben Army?"
"Yes."
Wu Hai had just killed his opponent, and upon hearing this, he cupped his fists and bowed cautiously, stepping back to Fang Zheng's side:
"I served in the Hu Ben Army for a time."
"Hmm."
Households Commander Ming nodded, then looked at Fang Zheng:
"What's your name?"
"Fang Zheng." Fang Zheng cupped his hands:
"Greetings to Lord Thousand Households."
"Fang Zheng." Households Commander Ming nodded:
"I'll remember you."
What does that mean?
Fang Zheng was startled; could it be that he had caught the other's attention?
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