Old Patriarch Feng 's Helplessness

Su Xi's eyes widened when she saw this and hurriedly bent down to help him up: "Look at you, am I really that scary?" 

"Don't worry, I can get up myself." Old Patriarch Feng waved his hands and stepped backwards in fright, afraid to look at her in the eye. 

Su Xi bit her lip, she felt a little ashamed and a little sad at the same time. She glanced at him with red rimmed eyes then brought her sleeve up to cover her face before she ran away. 

"Sigh!"

Old Patriarch Feng sighed aloud helplessly, so many feelings he had bottled up inside but could not say any out loud. He did not get up, but sat down on the floor instead. He took a few sips of wine from the wine gourd that was around his waist. After a while, he finally stood up and patted down his dirty clothes then walked away with his arms outstretched. 

In the darkness, two guards followed secretly. It was not that they wanted to follow him, but their master had instructed them not to lose him.