"Fang Xi Yang, come here! Your father will get more angry if you don't come back now! We won't hurt you. Just don't give us trouble anymore!" the third guard yelled. His hand was trembling out of anger while he pointed his sword in the direction of Jang Ji.
Upon hearing the intimidating voice, the young boy held Jang Ji's legs even more tightly. "Oi, this boy had clutched his arms on my legs." Jang Ji sounded.
The three guards waited for a few breaths but after seeing that the young boy was not moving, their face turned sinister.
"You brat! These people will be killed because of you!" the first guard scolded.
Jang Ji glared in the guard's direction before he looked down and rubbed the young boy's head gently.
Upon feeling the warm hands of Jang Ji on his hair, the young boy looked up and his face revealed a terrified expression. His eyes were slightly misty but it would appear that he was holding back his tears.