Perhaps sending a second-generation disciple from the Songshan Sect would not be enough insurance, given how many people there were in his household.
He could not defeat the Qingcheng disciples because they had long coveted his family's swordsmanship and had studied it for quite some time.
But the Songshan Sect's second-generation disciples were naturally far stronger than those of the Qingcheng Sect.
If they sent only two or three men, one could hold him off, one could defeat his wife, and one could slaughter everyone in his home.
What a despairing gap in strength.
Even a single leg hair plucked from the Songshan Sect would be enough to crush both his family and his father-in-law's family to death.
"Young hero Ji, you must save my entire family!"
Though Lin Zhennan's martial arts were lacking, years of running the family business had made his mind sharp. He flipped out of his chair, fell to his knees before Ji Boying with a thud, and kowtowed.
"Oh, Escort Leader Lin, what are you doing? Get up, quickly, get up."
"I never imagined my family had provoked such terrible trouble. If I cannot receive your aid, young hero, then what would be so regrettable if I, Lin Zhennan, were to kneel to death here? Sooner or later, I am bound to die. I would rather kneel to death before you than let those villains have their way."
"As long as young hero Ji is willing to lend us a hand, the Fuwei Escort Agency will pay its respects every year and offer tribute every month. From this day forth, we are willing to serve as the Mount Hua Sect's servants."
Ji Boying smiled as he helped Lin Zhennan up from the floor and seated him back in his chair.
"Escort Leader Lin, what are