"Jia Qing, I'll leave the boy Xiao Wu in the care of you three."
Xiao Han said this to the black-clad man before him.
"Rest assured, Pavilion Master. Leave the Young Pavilion Master's safety to us."
Jia Qing answered respectfully. Judging from his aura, it was deep and powerful; he was at least a Seven Star Dou Zun.
This man was none other than the Vice Commander of the Langya Guard, and the two people behind Jia Qing were likewise giving off no weak fluctuations.
Clearly, though Xiao Han kept saying he did not care and even acted extremely unreliable, every guard he had chosen was a powerhouse among the Langya Guard.
Then Xiao Han turned again to look at Xiao Wu, whose eyes were already shining and whose drool was nearly pouring out.
Somewhat annoyed, he said, "Now your teacher has treated you well enough, hasn't he?"
His gaze was sharp, and that look seemed to be telling Xiao Wu that if the brat dared say even one word against it, hmph...
"How could that be?"
Xiao Wu grinned and slung an arm around Xiao Han's shoulders. "Teacher treats this disciple of yours like his own son!"
"Heh..."
Xiao Han sneered a few times without speaking. What a joke. If I had an unreliable son like you, I'd freeze him for days and nights.
Though Xiao Wu appeared extremely aloof and cold on the surface, as if he showed no warmth to anyone at all, in truth, Xiao Han and the others who knew his nature were very clear about this fellow: he was a complete bastard. Yet he just so happened to look perfectly respectable, which led to his reputation in the Central Plains being quite good. He even had some so-called title of male god!
"All right,