While he waited, the middle-aged man was a little anxious.
He stood at the entrance, craning his neck to look inside before glancing over at Jiang Man.
Seeing this, Jiang Man naturally backed away. He went to the pavilion and hid half his body in the shadows.
It was a spot where he wouldn't be easily seen, but could still keep an eye on the main gate.
As a guard, he had to watch for anyone entering.
People leaving wasn't a concern, but entries had to be strictly monitored.
From the shadows, Jiang Man saw Fang Yong come out.
Looking at the middle-aged man again, he noticed the man was standing ramrod straight, showing no sign of his foot injury.
Fang Yong's expression was grim as he walked up to the middle-aged man.
His mouth moved a few times, his expression tinged with blame. It looked like he was scolding him.
Jiang Man didn't specifically use his Spiritual Qi to listen to what was being said.
