Wei Dazhuang evidently wanted to say something more, but facing Lin Junfu and the others' stern looks, he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Walking out of the tent, Wei Dazhuang looked up to the sky, thick clouds blanketing the horizon oppressively. An inexplicable irritation stirred within him, and he headed straight for his tent.
"Dazhuang, Brother Dazhuang, wait, wait for me!" After some time of recovery, Zhao Huilong's complexion was noticeably better, but due to lack of food, his walking was still somewhat impaired.
Wei Dazhuang deliberately slowed his pace, waited for the latter to catch up, glanced at him with a slanting eyebrow, and said coldly, "You're not deliberately following me around to act as a spy, are you?!"
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Huilong's already pale face changed instantly. He waved his hands quickly to explain, "No, no, no, Brother Wei, what are you talking about! I truly want to follow you."
"Really?"
