Fang Henge's gaze swept over Han Zheng, and in an instant, Han Zheng felt as though he had been seen through completely, an exceedingly uncomfortable sensation washing over him.
"Old Yan, is this the greenhorn you spoke of?
However, I feel that Fang Henge masks his emotions well and harbors profound schemes."
Yan Xuankong replied irritably, "He was only in his twenties when he started; how deep could the calculations of a young man, fresh out of the gates, possibly be?
Now that he has become a Patrol Envoy, dealing every day with local bullies indulging in misdeeds, playing wits and cunning against them.
Without a bit of scheming, he would probably have been played to death long ago!
Don't think being a Patrol Envoy is an easy job.
In the history of the Demon Cleansing Bureau, numerous Patrol Envoys have been killed, and when that happens, they just toss the blame onto Demons, you wouldn't even know how you died.
But this lad, Fang Henge, really is exceptional.
