Taking Medicine

Zhang Xiaohua did not understand what Zhang Xiaohu meant. He only assumed that the situation at Shixin Peak was the same as what he had learned from Bai Huan—that they were under the Incense-Passing Cult's surveillance. In that case, helping Changge and Chen Chen increase their cultivation would certainly be inappropriate.

So he nodded. "Second Brother is right. I'm currently a little medicine boy at the Pill-Refining Hall, staying on Tianmu Peak. Going to your Shixin Peak isn't realistic. Besides, Sister Changge's meridians are unimpeded, and her arm injury shouldn't affect things too much."

"Pill-Refining Hall?"

"A little medicine boy?"

"Tianmu Peak?"

The three of them were even more astonished, all crying out at once. They had been in the Incense-Passing Cult for a long time and knew its affairs well. Just as they were about to ask further, Zhang Xiaohua waved a hand. "Let's not get into that whole story for now. It's truly too long. It's enough that you know."

He then looked at the sky and said, "In any case, there's still plenty of time before You Lan Mu Lian ends. Why don't we stay here another day and take the pills first?"

Changge did not answer. She raised her head and glanced at Zhang Xiaohu. Twenty years of cultivation—this was a pie falling from the heavens. If Changge said she was not tempted, it would absolutely be a lie. But ever since yesterday, after the paper-thin window between her and Zhang Xiaohu had been pierced, she was no longer simply Zhang Xiaohu's senior sister. In certain matters, she still had to hear Zhang Xiaohu's opinion. It had to be said that Changge truly was a lovable girl.

Before Zhang Xiaohu could state his position, Chen Chen laughed first. She pulled her hand free from Changge's support,