To be precise, he was carried back.
Xue Fangsheng!
One of his arms was gone. His thigh was wrapped in thick bandages, his robes were stained with blood, and he was being carried back by the two people who had teamed up with him to patrol the mountain. His face was ashen. By the looks of it, he was crippled.
The other two didn't look much better. Their clothes were tattered, and they had terrifying claw marks on their chests, abdomens, and backs. The only small mercy was that their injuries weren't fatal; they would recover after ten days to half a month.
"How did you end up like this?"
Lin Cheng was roused by the commotion and came out of his courtyard. He frowned deeply upon seeing the state of the three men.
After a quick examination, he knew Xue Fangsheng was crippled.
Not only was he left with just one arm, but the major tendons in his leg had also been severed. It was an injury beyond medicine's help.
