Nineteen and three of her brothers from the same sect stood side by side behind the big short man. They looked towards the faraway Shiwan Mountains; everyone's gaze was shrouded with unconcealable deep shock.
These four people were ordered to protect the big short man who was said to be able to defeat the enemies. At first, the Moon cone nail descendants were indignant, but the words of the five-element demon were the oracle of the immortal master teacher. They could only obey.
The big short man seemed to be shy, but he had been polite so far. He tried to get on their good sides - desperately and fearfully finding a topic to talk about with the Moon cone nail descendants. Only when news from Kong Nuer's subordinates in the outskirts came, the ten thousand cultivators outside the mountain came in throngs under the leadership of the peerless elites. The big short man leapt to his feet and started slamming onto the small set of gong and drum tied to his waist.
