"Fellow Daoist, you may go in now!" Seeing Ke Xingxi emerge, the Taiqing Sect disciple guarding the pavilion smiled stiffly at Xiao Hua, as though he had said those words countless times.
"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist!" Xiao Hua cupped his hands and entered the pavilion.
This pavilion was much like the Thunder Control Sect's, only with fewer quiet rooms. Directly ahead stood a rather large carved wooden door. Xiao Hua saw clearly that Ke Xingxi had emerged from that very door.
Pushing open the wooden door, he saw a great hall within. Zhang Yutong and Zhang Yuhe sat there in utter boredom. Zhang Yuhe even puffed out her cheeks, blowing something through her cherry-red lips into the air. Xiao Hua swept his eyes over it and saw a tiny purple sword darting nimbly back and forth through the air like a swimming fish!
"Ahem!" Seeing someone enter, Zhang Yutong coughed. Zhang Yuhe shot Xiao Hua an irritated glance, then sucked in her breath. The little purple sword flew into her mouth like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest!
When Zhang Yuhe saw Xiao Hua clearly, her eyes lit up. Pointing at him, she said, "Eh? Aren't you that..."
"Sister!" Zhang Yutong reproached her in a low voice, then cupped her hands. "Fellow Daoist, we seem to have met before..."
Xiao Hua gave a bitter smile. This pair of twin beauties must have met far too many cultivators these past few days and had long forgotten his name. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Xiao Hua. Greetings once more to you both, Fellow Daoists!"
"Right, right, Xiao Hua!" Zhang Yuhe made no effort to hide the fact that she had forgotten. Smacking her forehead, she said, "Your name is far too ordinary. I truly couldn't remember it!"
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