When Wang Tong saw Zhang Xiaohu enter, he was slightly startled—truly startled. In his impression, Zhang Xiaohu's martial arts were mediocre; he was merely a Misty Sect direct lineage disciple who had inherited his master's blessings. Yet the movement technique Zhang Xiaohu had used to drift inside just now was clearly a profound Lightness Skill Movement Technique of the Misty Sect.
Could it be... that Zhang Xiaohu had been hiding something? Wang Tong's thoughts turned. He immediately rose and cupped his hands. "Great Sect Leader Zhang..."
"Don't dare!" Zhang Xiaohu waved a hand and sneered. "I... I cannot bear the title of your sect leader. If you still acknowledged me as your sect leader, how could it have come to the point where I had to come personally to take you?"
Wang Tong tightened his grip on his sword, bit his lip, and suppressed the anger in his heart before continuing, "Though Great Sect Leader Zhang does not acknowledge this subordinate, this subordinate is a Misty Sect disciple. That is beyond doubt!"
Zhang Xiaohu laughed loudly. "Now that is strange. Since you knew long ago that you were a Misty Sect disciple, why did you violate the sect rules? Even if you violated them... why did you not go accept your punishment? Yet now that things have reached this point, you want to speak soft words?"
Wang Tong said "wronged," "This subordinate had drunk too much that day and thus committed such a grave error. After sobering up, this subordinate had intended to go to the Council Hall to accept punishment, but... but the situation had already gone beyond this subordinate's control. Incense-Passing Cult disciples and Misty Sect disciples had fought each other, and quite a few had already been injured. This subordinate... had the heart but lacked the strength!"