"It never rains but it pours huh." Lee He Song mumbled to himself while he glanced at every move of the burly man.
The burly man, who had tattoos and scriptures on his arms like the others, seemed to be disappointed when he sensed that the guards and Lee He Song were martial arts fighters instead of cultivators.
"This is all that the Da Qian insects have left to deal with us?" He gnashed and turned his frustration at the Qing Feng Sect disciple who had stopped in his tracks.
The Qing Feng Sect disciple cursed at his bad luck.
Not only was he assigned to follow the guards with the old man alone, he was also unlucky enough to encounter one of the cultivators from the north.
"What are you waiting for? Get him!" He pointed his sword at the burly man and shouted at Lee He Song and the guards.
The burly man snorted and said, "You think I would be bothered with insects?"
