Afterward, Xiao Hua and the others arrived at the Reception Hall. The vast hall had long since been given a completely new face, unlike before—yet its present desolation was just the same as before.
Upon entering the Reception Hall, Xiao Hua carefully helped Xiao Xianrui onto the seat of honor. Xiao Xianrui glanced at Xiao Hua and Zhang Qingxiao and did not refuse, sitting down directly. She had been injured twice in succession. Although she had taken the Wutuodan refined by Xiao Hua, without true essence, she could not possibly recover fully in a short time and could only recline sideways in the chair.
"Waaah~" Jiang Liuer suddenly began to cry. Apparently, after waking up and seeing that the one holding him was not his mother, he started fussing.
Zhang Qingxiao hastily sprang to his feet and quickly handed Jiang Liuer to Xiao Xianrui. The moment the child entered Xiao Xianrui's arms, he settled down. His bright little eyes darted everywhere, often landing on Xiao Hua and Zhang Qingxiao!
"Second Senior Brother, I'll have to trouble you with rebuilding Shang Hua Ming!" Xiao Hua knew his time was limited, and he could not command numerous disciples like Zhang Qingxiao did, so he said it without ceremony.
"Mhm, with me here, you needn't worry about it!" Zhang Qingxiao said with a smile. "This has been your senior brother's wish for many years. I believe that from now on, Shang Hua Ming will absolutely no longer be some obscure little sect!"
"Good!" Xiao Hua nodded, then asked, "But now that we martial brothers have recognized each other, I must ask: you knew my identity long ago, so why did you repeatedly try to kill me?"
"Damn it! Does that even need saying?" Zhang Qingxiao said coldly. "What were you like in Shang