Pan Yucheng had someone see the doctor out, then turned to Ning Chen. "The doctor just looked him over. The sword wound on his chest was treated in time, so it hasn't festered. He only needs to take his medicine on schedule.

The leg's going to need a while to heal, though."

Ning Chen grunted and went into the room.

The sharpshooter lay in bed, deathly pale.

When he saw Ning Chen, a complicated look came into his eyes.

Pan Yucheng brought over a chair. Ning Chen sat down and asked, "What's your name?"

The man hesitated. "Lian Fei."

Ning Chen was surprised. Lian was a rare surname.

Xiao Yanxi said, startled, "'Deadly with the bow, never wastes a shot'... Lian Fei, who can pick off a willow leaf at a hundred paces?"

Lian Fei stared at her in shock. "You know me, miss?"

Ning Chen looked at her curiously too.

Xiao Yanxi said, "On the Great Beginning Pavilion's Wind and Cloud Rankings of first-rate fighters, Lian Fei is seventh... But that list goes by fighting skill alone.

I've heard my father say that if you count his archery along with his fighting, he'd be in the top five."

Pan Yucheng gave a disdainful snort.

Ning Chen turned to look at him, curious. "I never asked. Where does Old Pan rank on the Wind and Cloud Rankings?"

Xiao Yanxi said, "Eighth."

Ning Chen laughed. So Lian Fei ranked one place above him. No wonder Old Pan looked at the man with such contempt.

Xiao Yanxi said, "'Three golden arrows rule the greenwood; one flick of an arrow settles heaven and earth'... You're known all around Qingzhou. They call you the number one man of the two prefectures and three lakes. How did you end up in the business of ambushing people on the road?

Back during the Qingzhou snow disaster, who was it that destroyed the Heavenly God Sect and saved the people from fire and flood? With the name my lord prince has in Qingzhou, aren't you afraid the people there and your fellows in the jianghu will point…