Blood Wolf Pack

About half a day's journey southwest of the mountain where Zhang Xiaohua was, within a lush emerald forest, a group of male and female disciples were still busily searching everywhere for spirit herbs.

Junior Brother Zhao, who led them, sat arrogantly atop a jujube-red horse. His sharp, thin chin jutted slightly forward as he squinted at the sunlight streaming through the leaves, the very picture of smug satisfaction. Beside him, Senior Sister Xia had completely shed her airs as an elder sister. Looking at the disciples who leapt with joy whenever they found a spirit herb, then at the jade cases piled like mountains atop the carts behind them, she said with heartfelt conviction, "Junior Brother Zhao, I finally understand why the Hall Master entrusted this grave responsibility to you before we set out. In such difficult and dangerous circumstances, you were actually able to make such calm judgments, gathering so many spirit herbs and so many treasures for our hall. Is this what they call 'remaining unafraid in the face of danger'? This senior sister is utterly convinced."

Junior Brother Zhao waved a hand. "Senior Sister Xia overpraises me. It was merely a moment of luck. Besides, I have always muddled about in the martial world, so I have seen plenty of such tricks and gained a little experience. If Senior Sister Xia had possessed even half my experience earlier, your achievements now would surely surpass mine by more than double."

Senior Sister Xia's smile bloomed like a flower as she laughed sweetly. "Listen to you. They all say Junior Brother Zhao knows how to conduct himself and is one of the foremost figures in the hall. This senior sister never paid much attention to such words before, but now it seems that whether in action or decision-making, you