Outside, a few figures were squatting outside the tower. They were all human cultivators. They looked rather down and out, as if they were fleeing. When they saw An You come out, they all looked vigilant.
"Hmph, unromantic humans, are you here to court death?"
An You revealed a cold expression. Usually, these guys were their prey. Now, they actually dared to approach. They were really tired of living.
"Beauty, we're friends of Brother Song. We're here to seek protection from him."
Someone explained obsequiously.
"Hmph, do you think you can get protection by pretending to be my Young Master's friend?"
An You sneered. "Get lost, or I'll kill you and condense the Blood Spirit Pearl."
"Beauty, we really know Brother Song. I even gave him a set of clothes."
