Ding Hui

Inside the main hall of the Divine Constable Gate in Shang Commandery, Chang Han and seven Gold Badge Constables respectfully bowed to a young man clad in red and carrying a longsword on his back.

The young man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a high-bridged nose, swordlike brows slanting toward his temples, and a pair of black, profound eyes. Meeting his gaze gave one the faint sensation of being pricked by needles. He was an exceptionally outstanding talent.

"The Divine Constable Gate of Shang Commandery suffered such grievous losses? Only the likes of you remain among the upper ranks? No, when I came here, Brother Chai told me there was another formidable expert. Where is Constable Xiang?"

The young man was ushered to the seat of honor. After sitting down, he swept his gaze over Chang Han and the others, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. Shang Commandery's losses had exceeded even his expectations; he had greatly underestimated the severity of the situation.

"Reporting to Lord Ding, Lord Xiang had only agreed to help us guard the dungeon for one month. He left the day before yesterday and should have returned to Little Merchant Mountain in Chen County. We repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay, but could not retain him."

Chang Han observed every courtesy. Since he did not know the temperament of this new superior, he sought to follow the rules in all things—say what should be said, leave unsaid what should not be said. Caution never caused great mistakes.

From what he knew, this young man was called Ding Hui, the most outstanding descendant of the Ding family in Yongzhou City. He had only broken into the Xiantian realm last year, living up to his ancestor's prestige. His Xiantian combat strength had returned the Ding family