Gan Ning, courtesy name Xingba, was from Linjiang in Ba Commandery. In the original course of events, he had been a renowned general of Eastern Wu, eventually rising to Prefect of Xiling and General Who Repels Assaults.
He was crude and ruthless, hot-tempered and bloodthirsty, with no respect for military orders—a whole heap of dark history.
Yet those flaws did not prevent Gan Ning from becoming one of the tiger ministers south of the Yangtze.
Truth be told, after hearing Huang She's account, Qin Tian had expected Gan Ning to look wild and untamed.
But as he looked at the brawny general before him, whose manner was so deferential, he could not help finding it strange.
Could there be another man with the same name? This fellow looks nothing like the Brocade Sail Bandit.
Not only did he lack the fierce air of a bandit, he even seemed rather proper and serious.
Though Qin Tian was thinking this, he showed none of it. He merely clasped Gan Ning's hand and said:
"Are you Gan Xingba, who runs rampant upon the river? I have long heard of your great name!"
Gan Ning was startled by this and looked up.
"Lord Qin is in the Central Plains, yet you have also heard this humble general's name?"
In truth, he had found this journey rather baffling.
Ever since being transferred to Xiangxiang, he had recognized his own faults and tempered his disposition considerably from what it had once been.
Yet no matter how he conducted himself, Liu Biao seemed to have no intention of employing him again.
As a result, he had spent this period of time in extraordinary frustration.
Just as he had been cultivating himself in Xiangxiang, he received Huang She's transfer order.
That delighted him beyond measure. Thinking Huang She