A Good Pill Doesn't Show Off Its Appearance

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua skillfully build up the campfire, Zhang Xiaohu's heart inexplicably soured. His own blood brother had grown up alongside him. Even before they parted at West Cui Mountain, he had never seen him tend a campfire. Yet now he handled it so expertly—who knew how much hardship he had already endured?

Zhang Xiaohu had forgotten that his younger brother was already an eighteen-year-old adult. He ought to know such basic necessities. They said that, in a parent's eyes, a child never truly grew up. Was it not the same in an elder brother's eyes?

Zhang Xiaohu asked softly, "Xiaohua, where have you been these past few years? How did you suddenly appear in the Incense-Passing Cult? In You Lan Grand Canyon? You... you haven't gone home to see Father and Mother, have you?"

Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "Second Brother, too much has happened these past few years. I can't explain it all at once. Since we've met, we brothers have plenty of time. There's no need to rush. Oh, I've already been back to Guo Village. Father and Mother are both well. Hahaha, Sister-in-law even gave birth to a big, chubby boy!"

"Really?" Zhang Xiaohu was overjoyed. He had not heard news from home in a long time, and the moment he did, his eyes abruptly moistened.

"Good, good, good. As long as Mother, Father, and the others are well, that is enough. With Elder Brother and Sister-in-law at home, I can rest easy. Now that they have a big grandson to hold, Mother has something to occupy herself with too."

"Listen to you—you make it sound as though you can never return home." Zhang Xiaohua glanced sideways at his second brother. "When I left, Mother was terribly worried about you. She had only heard that the Misty Sect