Jiang Yao guessed Cheng's identity as soon as she saw him; he must be Cheng Jinyan's father. He was around 56 or 57 years old and had a strong body. He looked very dignified.
He exuded a commanding presence. He just sat there staring at people without saying anything, radiating a strong sense of oppression.
"Young Lady, you have quite the guts." Master Cheng looked at the young lady in front of him, who was only 20 years old. She could still stand up calmly after his subordinates exposed her. Without any fear, she untied the cloth over her eyes and the rope on her hand. He noticed that the cut on the rope was clean and neat. It must have been cut by a sharp weapon. Why did that girl have a sharp weapon with her?
Master Cheng looked at his subordinate, whose expression froze when he noticed the rope Jiang Yao threw to the ground. He quickly stopped Jiang Yao and said, "Master Cheng, we did not find any sharp weapon on her that could have cut the rope."