Zhang Xiaohu was greatly surprised. "Where are you going? Didn't you come along... to help me?"
Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "Second Brother, isn't that nonsense? If I weren't helping you, what would I be doing here?"
Seeing Chen Chen about to speak again, he added, "But helping you doesn't necessarily mean I have to join the Misty Sect, does it? Besides... hehe, can't this poor Daoist establish a sect of his own?"
"What? You want to establish a sect???" The three cried out in unison.
"What? Is that not allowed?" Zhang Xiaohua rubbed his nose, looking utterly helpless.
"Mm, I've got it now. You've always had that Big Dipper Sect on your lips. Don't tell me you want to establish a Big Dipper Sect?" Zhang Xiaohu suddenly realized.
"Exactly, Second Brother. Your little brother truly has such plans!" Zhang Xiaohua nodded.
"But... do you know what establishing a sect requires? How will you manage its funds, food, disciples, and livelihood?" Changge asked as well.
"How would I know?" Zhang Xiaohua said with a miserable face. "I only need to establish the sect. I'll let other people handle everything else!"
"Hahaha!" Only then did the three understand, and they all laughed. In their hearts, they had already decided that Zhang Xiaohua was merely playing house, just as he had as a child.
"Mm, then Second Brother wishes your Big Dipper Sect... dominance over the martial world and unification of the land!"
The moment Zhang Xiaohua heard Zhang Xiaohu's wildly off-key congratulation, he knew his second brother did not believe him at all. Still, he did not explain.
"Xiaohua... what are your plans for the future..." Zhang Xiaohu had barely begun before he shut his mouth. Zhang Xiaohua was going to found a sect—what was there left for him to ask?
"Right, Xiaohua,