"Chang Kuan?!" Yan Wanqing was stunned, "When did this happen?"
"Not long ago, I happened to see and saved him. His life is no longer in danger, but his martial arts are probably ruined. He'll struggle even with normal life," Yan Li'an said, unable to bear thinking about Chang Kuan's tragic state.
Upon hearing this, Yan Wanqing's expression instantly turned icy, the murderous intent she had calmed by reciting Buddhist scriptures all day crazily surged out.
"Do you know who was responsible?"
"Yes, the nephew of the newly appointed Minister of Public Works," answered Yan Li'an.
"For what reason did he attack?" Yan Wanqing's anger grew colder.
