Different Treatment

Just as the Zhang brothers kept pushing the Jade Return Pill back and forth, each wanting the other to keep it, the Wuming Hall group in the distance finally came to their senses. Senior Brother Ma, Junior Brother Qin, and the others braced themselves and approached.

Zhang Xiaohua winked at Zhang Xiaohu and signaled with his eyes. "Stop fussing, Second Brother. I have my own way. Disciples are coming over, so just deal with them. Remember, my name is Ren Xiaoyao, and I'm a Pill-Refining Hall disciple."

Seeing that his younger brother stubbornly refused to take the pill, Zhang Xiaohu sighed inwardly and put away the jade bottle. Turning to Changge and the others, who were about to rush over, he said, "It's fine. Ren Xiaoyao is fine."

"Ren Xiaoyao?" Changge and Chen Chen understood at once. They looked toward the disciples walking closer and vaguely echoed, "Oh, that's good."

Yet they still looked worriedly at Zhang Xiaohua's faintly golden face and refused to leave.

Zhang Xiaohua did not wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth. He merely nodded slightly, telling them not to worry.

Then, from far away, Senior Brother Ma shouted, "Are those ahead disciples of our Incense-Passing Cult? May I ask which hall you belong to?"

By now dusk had fallen, and it was difficult to see clearly. Zhang Xiaohu walked to the front of the carriage and looked at the dead elk sprawled on the ground, ignoring Senior Brother Ma's call as he wondered why the elk had died here for no reason.

When Zhang Xiaohu ignored them, Senior Brother Ma and the others could only advance another few yards. They did not come any closer, but called again, "Disciples from the hall ahead, please answer us."

Only then did Zhang Xiaohu raise