Outside the Bamboo House, Han Shuangjiang watched the two leave, then glanced at the bowl and chopsticks on the wooden table and muttered inwardly:
"Aren't we eating first?"
She was actually a little hungry.
Night had fully fallen, yet quite a few fireflies could still be seen on Medicine Mountain.
Chu Huai Xu strode ahead, while the little servant hurried after him.
Xu Ziqing tried several times to say something, but he was not good with words.
He did not understand how he had somehow become a Registered Disciple, nor why his master had suddenly helped him.
Was it really because he valued his talent?
But when he had been learning the palm technique that day, his master had not seemed to have much of a reaction. All he had said was a bland, "Mm, pretty good."
The Delicate-looking youth shook his head. Since he could not figure it out, he would stop thinking about it for now.
No matter what, I must firmly seize this opportunity to cultivate.
"Father, Mother, Little Sister, Grandma, Ziqing will definitely avenge you!" he swore inwardly once more.
With that thought, a trace of gratitude appeared in his gaze toward Chu Huai Xu.
Meanwhile, Niu Yuanshan paced back and forth inside his room.
"Should I go take a look at the Bamboo House?" Old Niu was terribly conflicted.
Since everyone had been driven away from the Cold Pool by Li Chunsong, nobody knew what had happened afterward.
Although Niu Yuanshan had tactfully led everyone away, he still kept the matter in mind.
Thus, he had continuously spread his divine sense, paying attention to the route Chu Huai Xu and Han Shuangjiang had to take from the Cold Pool back to the Bamboo House.
In the end, Han Shuangjiang had returned alone first.
That allowed