Caiqiu Calendar Year 297, February 15, night
Qinghua City, Guest Residence at Hong Mansion
Hu Tiejiang hurried in from outside with a worried expression, and upon seeing a burly figure practicing with a spear in the courtyard, his face instantly lit up with joy.
"Tiechuan, have you recovered?"
The person practicing with the spear turned his head, revealing an extremely terrifying face.
His lower jaw had been mostly sliced away, and seven or eight long scars resembling giant centipedes were irregularly distributed across his face: some slanted from the left brow to the right cheek; others stretched from above the left ear to the forehead; several were across the mouth area... a truly horrifying sight.
"Mmm..."
Not only his face, but Hu Tiechuan instinctively opened his mouth to speak, revealing only a small stub of a tongue. He uttered a few sounds, realizing he had lost the ability to speak, and then responded with a nod and a smile, indicating his injuries were fine.
