Daoist Xuanyang's home was in a small courtyard in Stone Goat Town.
The house was kept very clean. Besides him, there was also a younger sister in her twenties.
To express his gratitude to Shen Han, Daoist Xuanyang laid his identity bare.
In truth, Daoist Xuanyang was a blade-handler for the County Yamen.
A blade-handler was someone who secretly helped the yamen deal with difficult matters. After all, constables were lacking in martial skill. They could handle ordinary folk, but expecting them to apprehend martial artists entering the county was unrealistic. Stronger people were needed to help, and thus the profession of blade-handler came into being.
With Flesh Refining cultivation, Daoist Xuanyang had naturally become a favored guest of Magistrate He Guitu.
So that was it... Shen Han nodded. No wonder Daoist Xuanyang could enter and leave the yamen at will, meet with Magistrate He, and knew the town's constables. That was the reason.
"Brother, have some tea..."
At that moment, Daoist Xuanyang's younger sister brought over two cups of hot tea.
Shen Han saw at a glance that the woman's eyes were dull and vacant. There seemed to be something wrong with her mind.
"Daoist, your younger sister..."
"Alas, Mr. Ugly Face, my sister is called Li Xiaohuan. She has been like this since birth."
Daoist Xuanyang sighed. "I'm not afraid of your laughter. Our parents died early, and my sister and I have depended on each other for survival. Every doctor said that my sister could never live like a normal person. To support her, I had no choice but to sell my life to the yamen..."
Shen Han suddenly said, "Daoist, may I take your sister's pulse and examine her?"
"Mr. Ugly Face knows medicine?"
"I know a little. I studied it for a time."
Hearing this,