'How could someone like Song Qing, who comes from a powerless family and is so average himself, have fellow Sect members? It's so annoying.'
'He's usually not even on my level. How did he suddenly get so full of himself?'
"There's no need for that," the middle-aged guard said kindly.
"I'm just talking. It's not like I'm doing anything, and it's not like he's a big shot," the young guard said dismissively.
"One of Song Qing's fellow disciples *is* a big shot. They say the only reason he got into the guard detail is that one of them was the former number one of the Yunqian Bureau," the middle-aged guard said.
"Why would someone that important come back looking for Song Qing? If he were coming back, he'd contact the Yunqian Bureau's upper management for a proper reception. Why would it be Song Qing's turn to wait for him here? Wouldn't that be a loss of face for the big shot?" the young guard said.
The middle-aged man shook his head and said no more.
