After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Zhang Xiaohua's face was covered in frost as he looked at Shui Yupeng, who sat dazedly on the kang. He snorted through his nose and said, "All right, you can sleep now. Remember, nothing happened tonight."
"Yes, nothing happened tonight," Shui Yupeng muttered. He turned over and lay down on the kang. Zhang Xiaohua did not leave in haste, but concealed himself and waited quietly in the room for a moment before twisting his body and slipping back into the alchemy room.
Three days later, the sky was clear for miles, and gusts of autumn wind carried the scent of ripened fruit.
Yet in the plaza before the Council Hall at Misty Manor, the atmosphere held none of the joy of harvest!
Of the two thousand disciples Hu Yunyi had brought back this time, several hundred had originally been the elite of Fledgling Eagle Hall and were quite familiar with the Misty Sect disciples. In merely three days, they had already blended into the Misty Sect. The remaining thousand-plus disciples, however, had all been secretly recruited by Hu Yunyi over the past few years. Three days was too short a time, and they now followed Shui Tiantian and Shui Yupeng, crowding along one side of the plaza. There was an indistinct but undeniable barrier between them and the Misty Sect disciples.
Besides them, the hall masters had also brought the elite disciples of their respective halls to gather around the edge of the plaza, waiting eagerly to see today's match!
Xue Qing led the Fledgling Eagle Hall disciples as they stood beside the disciples brought by Shui Yupeng. She turned to look at Shui Yupeng, who appeared supremely confident, then at Shui Tiantian behind him, who was slightly nervous.