"Sir, sir..." While Xiao Hua and You Zhongquan were speaking, another burst of urgent hoofbeats rang out in the distance. An old man with snow-white beard and hair came charging over on a large green horse as though his life depended on it. Terror covered his face, yet the concern in his eyes was unmistakable!
Seeing the old man catch up, You Zhongquan looked slightly awkward and hurriedly called out, "Seventh Uncle, I'm fine..."
Hearing You Zhongquan's impatient reply, the old man's eyes showed a trace of relief. Then he shouted behind him, "You two... why aren't you hurrying to rescue the young master? If anything happens to him, this old man will skin you alive and pull out your tendons!"
Behind the old man were two more large green horses, ridden by two burly men in fitted martial attire. They held Qing Feng Swords identical to You Zhongquan's. Though they whipped their horses onward with all their strength, their mounts were clearly no match for the old man's magnificent steed. They answered obediently, yet could never overtake him.
"Are you two tired of living?" Seventh Uncle flew into a rage. He was respectful toward You Zhongquan, but he had no such courtesy for the two household guards.
"Seventh Uncle..." The guard on the left smiled bitterly. "You risked your life chasing after the young master because you were worried about him. This servant is worried about him too! But you gave Chasing Wind, the finest horse, to the young master. How could this servant possibly catch up?"
"Exactly... Seventh Uncle," the guard on the right said quietly. "Didn't you see an immortal master beside the young master? With that venerable man there, isn't he a hundred times more useful than us?"
"Bullshit, bullshit!" Seventh Uncle shouted. "Those Daoists are