Of course, the secret art was kept within Shang Hua Ming's Secret Chamber, so the three of them headed to Shang Hua Ming's ancestral hall.
Watching Zhang Qingxiao take out an old yellow talisman and paste it onto the ground, then seeing light flash as the bluestone slabs appeared, Xiao Hua could not help recalling the first time he had come here with Gong Mingwei!
As Xiao Hua's figure vanished with the clear light, tears once again welled hotly in his eyes. Those memories once hidden away were always stirred up by old events and old objects that existed everywhere, while emotions that had gradually turned cold were repeatedly touched! Perhaps this was what it meant to be human—even cultivators were largely the same!
Unfortunately, when Xiao Hua saw the Inheritance Hall, now put in perfect order by the Hundred Herbs Sect, he felt a faint sense of loss again!
Yes, it had once been desolate, but it had belonged to them, to Shang Hua Ming. Its present prosperity, however, belonged to the Hundred Herbs Sect and had nothing whatsoever to do with Shang Hua Ming!
"Haha, not bad!" Zhang Qingxiao did not see it that way. Sweeping it with his divine sense, he laughed. "The Hundred Herbs Sect really is generous. They've put quite a few things in my Huanghua Ridge. Could it be that they moved all their belongings here?"
"More or less!" Xiao Xianrui set Jiang Liuer, who was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws in an attempt to move around, onto the ground. She brushed her lovely hair aside, her bearing deeply charming, and smiled. "The restrictions of our Shang Hua Ming are quite strange, far more formidable than those of the Hundred Herbs Sect. While Jiang Jiantong was repairing the formation, he placed all