The moment Hu Yunyi shouted those words, he spewed out another mouthful of foul blood, its stench unbearable. Knowing what came next, Zhang Xiaohu raised a hand and caught Hu Yunyi, then glanced at Wen Wenhai. "Master, come with me."
Not knowing why, Wen Wenhai followed Zhang Xiaohu out.
Li Jian was greatly stunned and turned to look at Zhang Xiaohua.
Zhang Xiaohua waved his hand. "No rush. In a little while, I'll give you back an Elder Hu who hasn't been poisoned!"
Li Jian was overjoyed and bowed once more. "Many thanks, Immortal Elder!"
"Ah, no need, no need. My second brother was the one who dragged me here. If you want to thank someone, thank him!"
"Yes, I understand." Li Jian could not hide the delight on his face.
For a time, everyone was astonished by what lay before their eyes. No one dared speak loudly. Only Shui Tiantian, first shaken by Zhang Xiaohua's youth, then reminded of his own circumstances and of Shui Yupeng, who had just passed away, could not help but begin crying again.
After another moment, Shui Tiantian seemed to have made up his mind. He rose, walked before Li Jian, and bowed. "Martial Ancestor Li..."
Li Jian looked at Shui Tiantian, his heart not feeling well either. He did not know what attitude he ought to take toward him now, and merely waved a hand. "If you have anything to say, wait until Elder Hu returns. Tell him then!"
"Martial Ancestor Li, this disciple's... father committed such vicious deeds. Though this disciple knew nothing of them, I... I personally fed the pill containing potent poison into Martial Ancestor's mouth. Martial Ancestor was poisoned by my own hand. Therefore... this disciple does not dare beg for Martial Ancestor's forgiveness, nor do I have the