Deep Bond Between Master and Disciple

Looking at his master's steady figure, Zhang Xiaohu felt a pang in his heart. He walked steadily to the edge of the field and stood quietly, watching in silence without speaking. He knew that before the Misty Sect had been wiped out, let alone standing at the field's edge now, Wen Wenhai would have heard his footsteps the moment he reached the little courtyard's gate!

But now, Wen Wenhai's dantian had been shattered by an expert of the Righteous Path Alliance, and all his martial arts had been crippled. Though the foundation from his martial arts training remained, whether plowing fields or practicing punches, he was no different from an ordinary man. Even if he fought others, so long as he did not use internal force, three to five people would still be no match for him. Yet compared with the formerly peerless Great Hero Wen, it was the difference between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, Wen Wenhai still had a disciple like Zhang Xiaohu to teach, so he was far less despondent than the others.

"Is something the matter?" Seeing that the visitor remained silent, Wen Wenhai found it quite strange and raised his eyes to look.

"Master..." When Zhang Xiaohu saw Wen Wenhai turn around, he immediately saw a pair of somewhat lifeless eyes, vastly different from when he had set out. At once, he understood that the news of his death in a wolf's belly had dealt his master no small blow. His eyes moistened, and he stepped forward a few paces, saying softly, "I'm back!"

"Xiaohu???" Wen Wenhai was truly stunned. He first rubbed his eyes, then, once he saw clearly, threw his hoe to the ground. He hurried forward a few steps, then slowed down again as he walked, asking, "Why have you only returned now?"