The Wrong Way to a Demon Sect Leader

Watching wide-eyed as Fang Luan read an entire night of picture book and ate a big bag of sunflower seeds, Zhao JianGui finally, with a disturbed heart, followed Fang Luan back to the death guard’s camp.

He originally thought the death guard’s camp would be filled with skilled individuals like clouds. However, after walking into the place and taking a look, other than Fang Luan, there were only a few muddle-headed old men inside this camp. They gathered around a table, playing mahjong, not looking even the slightest like death guards at all.

Zhao JianGui was dumbfounded.

Seeing Fang Luan already casually grabbing a bowl of food and sitting down at the table to observe the game of mahjong, Zhao JianGui suppressed the questions in his heart and hastily snuck out to find Wei Qi for a talk.

“Just what exactly is going on here.” Zhao JianGui was filled with befuddlement: “Why were there only six people in your death guard camp!”

Wei Qi, however, seemed extremely calm: “Zhao-daxia, our death guard camp is just like this.”

Zhao JianGui: “Just like this?”

Wei Qi nodded.

“The Sect Leader’s sword skills surpass all others. There’s no one who rivals him within the sect.” Wei Qi said: “Considering Fang Luan and the other’s martial arts, if a real fight occurred, they’d only slow the Sect Leader down and get in the way.”

Zhao JianGui choked. He felt like what Wei Qi said sounded very reasonable, but at the same time, something didn’t seem quite right: “Even if that’s the case, they should still do their best to protect Li Han, right?”

Wei Qi shook his head: “If something really happens, the Sect Leader will be the one protecting them.”

Zhao JianGui: “.......”

Wei Qi carefully examined Zhao JianGui’s expression. Coughing lightly, he dragged on his voice, saying: “And plus--”

Zhao JianGui asked: “What?”

Wei Qi: “Actually, the death guard camp has been disbanded for a long time. But because you said you wanted to be a death guard, Zhao-daxia, I went and dragged Fang Luan over.”

Zhao JianGui: “......”

“The death guard camp isn’t important so naturally it’s lacking in talents.” Wei Qi sighed again: “Even when the old Sect Leader was still present, the sect has never set up any death guards. Afterall, at that time the Sect Leader was already the strongest in our Holy Sect.” 𝒇𝒓eewe𝒃𝑛𝒐𝘃𝒆𝚕.co𝘮

Zhao JianGui: “......”

Wei Qi secretly peeked at Zhao JianGui’s expression again.

“Zhao-daxiao,” He said: “Do you still want to keep being the Sect Leader’s death guard?”