Outside the tent, Lee stopped the soldier that had just gotten out, hurrying to prepare the meal for Lu Ding's guest.
"Who are the guests? Do you think they would be of help?" He asked with one hand on the shoulder of the soldier and the other on the entrance flap of the tent.
He had prayed for Lin Fan to come and help Lu Ding.
But the soldier shook his head and gave Lee an uneasy look.
Lee frowned, let go of the soldier and peeped inside the tent.
Scanning from one end to the other, he realized there was no Lin Fan.
There was a young man who had two swords with him, another was a middle-aged man that stood with his arms crossed and exuded an aura of a cultivator.
Lastly there was a scholarly, pale-looking young man.
Out of the three, only the middle-aged man seemed to be reliable.
"Lee, what are you doing out there?" Lu Ding noticed the eye peeping into the tent.
The eye quickly disappeared, and Lee's voice could be heard.
