Zhang Xiaohua's Embarrassing Incident

Hearing Qiutong's questioning, Zhang Xiaohua immediately understood. Needless to say, Qiutong had taken him for a fake Zhang Xiaohua sent by the Incense-Passing Cult.

But on careful thought, this was perfectly normal. Shixin Peak was no Huanxi Mountain Villa. When Qiuju had seen Zhang Xiaohua, she had merely stared for a moment before understanding after a few questions, without probing further. After all, Zhang Xiaohua had originally been a medicine boy at Huanxi Mountain Villa. It was only natural that, after learning martial arts, he could easily enter the villa, find Qiuju, and ask about Ou Yan. But what about Shixin Peak? Other than people from the Incense-Passing Cult, probably no one from the martial world could come here so easily!

And what sort of person was Zhang Xiaohua in Qiutong's eyes? No more than a younger brother farming at home, just like her own. Even though she had heard Zhang Xiaohu and Ou Yan speak of it, and had even seen it herself, Zhang Xiaohua did know some martial arts. But Qiutong, who had witnessed the miraculous martial arts of Yi Xiang Peak's inner disciples, could never believe that Zhang Xiaohua—who could not even defeat He Tianshu of the Medicine Hall—could slip through the night guards of Yi Xiang Peak disciples and appear before her!

In short, this was simply impossible!

Besides, if you were going to impersonate someone, at least make it convincing. Waving a face from several years ago in front of her—wasn't that treating her as though she had no brain? Who could go four or five years without changing in the slightest, especially a child in their teens?

Seeing Qiutong's reaction, Zhang Xiaohua thought it over carefully. Weren't these all gaping holes? Even if he had a hundred mouths, he could not explain it. Truly,