"Naturally, he encountered an immortal—but that immortal was his own blood brother!" Zhang Xiaohua listened in from the carriage with delight and secretly laughed.
"This concerns Xiaohu's very life. Even I... did not dare ask too closely. As long as we can restore the martial arts of all our Misty Sect brothers, I would be willing even if he had encountered demons and devils, let alone immortals!"
"Mm, I was wondering why Xiaohu had been running about so busily lately, always handling Misty Hall affairs, with even less time to practice martial arts. So... so you had been plotting this all along!"
"It was not that we deliberately hid it from you, Junior Brother. It was simply too important. Besides... Xiaohu's foundation is still shallow. For him to become the Hall Master of Misty Hall, he still needs much more time, so we did not mention it to you."
"Mm, Senior Brother Wen, there is no need to explain. I understand everything. I had always been worried about you, but it turns out... Ah, right. If things are as you say, then Xiaohu can rest easy as sect leader. But... on further thought, there should still be two difficult trials ahead!"
"Two?" Wen Wenhai asked strangely. "I feel that only Martial Uncle Hu will pose a great problem. After all, Xiaohu's position as sect leader was given by Abbess Jingyi. If Martial Uncle Hu refuses to acknowledge it, that would be extremely troublesome!"
"Yes, that is certainly a major problem. But perhaps Martial Uncle Li and Martial Uncle Liu had already made arrangements for it. Even if we have the will, we lack the strength. The problem I mean is another one!"
"Please speak, Junior Brother." Wen Wenhai nodded.
"Of course, Xiaohu's martial arts!" Lu Yueming frowned. "His martial arts