Uncle Tong said softly, "You were just calling him a fool, but Song Qing is genuinely lucky. Of course, it also has something to do with his character.
"If you were in his shoes, you wouldn't be able to become friends with a Golden Core Ancestor either."
The young guard nodded. "That's true. I won't deny it, he does have his merits. It's quite enviable. I can't even imagine what it's like to live in the Sect."
"Then do you want to go?" a sudden voice asked.
The two looked outside and found Song Qing standing there, though they didn't know for how long.
He looked rather haggard, with obvious dark circles under his eyes.
The young guard immediately stood up, nervous. "How much did you hear?"
Song Qing answered honestly, "I heard everything."
The young guard sat back down, feeling like it was all over for him.
Uncle Tong, however, said, "Come in and sit down. Did you come back alone?"
