"Blade Wing Divine Constable? I've heard a little about him, but Divine Constables were occupied with countless affairs every day. Would he really act for a mere Xiang Yang?"
Xiang Yang was startled inwardly. If that were so, perhaps his current predicament truly could be improved.
Titled Divine Constable was the highest title within the Divine Constable Gate, as well as the loftiest honor. Successive emperors of Great Zhou bestowed it by imperial decree. Every holder possessed immeasurable achievements, martial arts that reached the heavens, and the strength to earn others' admiration and trust.
This Divine Constable titled Blade Wing bore Blade Wing as his name, so he was naturally one of the rare masters who had attained great accomplishment in the blade path. Yet he was cold by nature and had always shown others a frosty face. Would he act for him?
Every legend, after becoming famous, would have their family history dug through for three generations, then be turned into a biography and sold throughout the martial world. Such books had always sold well, and this Blade Wing Divine Constable was naturally no exception.
It was said that he had been born to a courtesan from the pleasure quarters and a fugitive father. From childhood, he had endured cold stares and tasted all the bitterness of the human world. Having enough to eat was already considered good fortune; being beaten and cursed at was an everyday occurrence.
It could be said that this man's starting point in life had been several levels lower than Xiang Yang's. Without some unexpected turn of fate, he likely would not even have lived to adulthood.
Perhaps even Heaven could not bear to watch all that little Blade Wing had suffered. Though his origins were miserable, he had possessed an inborn love for