Ying Ge, the one-armed man, flew in.
Lithe and exceptional.
He landed in front of Xu Jin's door, his single sword planted firmly on the ground, and he stood before Xu Jin as if he were an ordinary man, confident and at ease.
Xu Jin came out to meet him, and the two men hugged each other tightly without a word. Xu Jin firmly patted Ying Ge's back while the latter's eyes had already become somewhat moist.
Ying Ge was very clear that the person he was now, compared to who he was a month ago, was worlds apart.
And it was Xu Jin who was the architect of all this change.
"Come in and sit!"
Xu Jin didn't carry Ying Ge inside, but after separating, strode into the room and took a seat. Ying Ge performed a beautiful spin and landed steadily on a chair, his presence even more elegant and composed than when Xu Jin had displayed these qualities before.
