A few hundred miles away, the skinny old man appeared with He Yanglei in tow. The young man of outstanding talent stumbled slightly. His hands were still trembling and a saber howl echoed in his mind. With a vicious expression, he aggressively questioned: "Why didn't you kill him?!"
The skinny old man gave He Yanglei a sidelong glance. There was a flicker of annoyance in his gaze, and it exerted a pressure that stifled the next upcoming words within He Yanglei's throat. Still, he was unable to accept this.
"Haha, we're not your thugs, little one—just your protectors." A sonorous laugh echoed as the old man that often accompanied the young woman arrived. He had a bright smile with lively eyes, snacking on something in his brown bag.
He Yanglei started, staring at the new arrival with trepidation. "You're Ming Yuling's Dharma Protector?" He recognized the old man's appearance from when they first entered this World Realm, escorted by the Golden Life Pavilion.
