"Lord Shen has arrived!"
Liu Jian, having just changed into a brand-new bailiff's uniform, was walking out of the yamen when he came face to face with Shen Changqing.
Looking at Liu Jian, Shen Changqing noted that although his expression was normal, his complexion was faintly pale. At the same time, a subtle Yin Evil Aura, difficult to dispel, lingered around him.
"You're injured?" Shen Changqing's eyebrows rose.
Hearing this, Liu Jian shook his head with a bitter smile. "Last night, a Demon Evil attacked the yamen. Many brothers were killed or injured. I was lucky to survive. I didn't suffer any severe external injuries, yet I keep feeling an unbearable chill. Something might be wrong, so I was just about to head to a clinic to have it checked."
From the Yin Evil Aura and Liu Jian's words, Shen Changqing largely understood the cause. He stepped forward and placed a hand on Liu Jian's shoulder.
