Within the Council Hall of Misty Manor, Zhang Xiaohu sat at the first table with Li Jian, Liu Qingyang, and the others. Du Feng, Ding Chao, and the rest kept company at several other tables. Perhaps those seated were all their elders, but each generation brought forth its own talents; now, the time belonged to Zhang Xiaohu and his peers.
At this moment, how could the Misty Sect disciples spare thought for anything else? They had escaped death, regained all their martial arts, and returned to Misty Manor—things they had never dared dream of a year ago. Yet now they were drinking in the Council Hall, as though it were all a dream!
And how had all this come about? Deep in their cups, the crowd could not help turning their gazes toward the humble Great Sect Leader of the Misty Sect seated at the place of honor.
Zhang Xiaohu's face was crimson at the moment, and he appeared to have drunk quite a bit. Yet Liu Qingyang had no intention of letting him off. Raising a great bowl of wine and bringing it before Zhang Xiaohu, Liu Qingyang grinned. "Xiaohu, who would have thought it? You're now the Great Gang Leader of our Misty Sect! Come, come, come! I must congratulate you on becoming Great Gang Leader, and also thank you for the kindness you showed me. If not for you, I fear I would still be lying in that chair!"
Zhang Xiaohu wore a bitter smile. Raising his small wine cup, he clinked it against the enormous bowl before him and said, "Martial Ancestor Liu, this disciple truly cannot hold his liquor, and I would not dare let Martial Ancestor toast me. Everything this disciple has done was for the Misty Sect, for everyone. Please do not mention