The man was burly and well-built, with a stern face. He wore a black, narrow-sleeved robe. An index-finger-long scar ran across his left temple, giving him a frightening appearance.
Sun Heng knew very well that he'd gotten it two years ago while pursuing a vicious and desperate fugitive.
Sun Heng couldn't help but smile and step forward to greet him. "Chief Yuan, what a coincidence. Are you also here at Daci'en Temple to pray today?"
After walking up to Sun Heng, Yuan Buqu bowed and said respectfully, "This subordinate greets you, my lord. Yes, a few years ago, I had a longevity tablet for my late wife placed here. Whenever I have time on my days off, I come to spend some time with her."
Sun Heng knew that Yuan Buqu's wife had passed away several years ago and that he hadn't remarried since. Hearing this, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. "Chief Yuan, you are truly devoted to your wife. It's such a shame...
