Qiutong's Admirer

"What... what kind of Lightness Skill Movement Technique was that?" Qiutong blurted out in shock.

"The Misty Steps?" Zhang Xiaohua replied without thinking, smiling. "Wasn't it the Lightness Skill Movement Technique Great Gang Leader Ou bestowed upon me back then?"

Qiutong suddenly understood. "You really are incredible. We haven't seen each other for only a few years, and you've already trained the Misty Sect's lightness skill to such a profound level. I feel that even Old Yu cannot compare to you. If Great Gang Leader Ou saw this, he would surely be overjoyed!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua secretly curled his lip. He knew his own affairs best. If Ou Peng learned of this cultivation method, how could Zhang Xiaohua possibly keep his life? By now, he also clearly understood that as the head of a sect, Ou Peng would certainly place the sect's interests first. A country boy like him, with no background whatsoever, would either obediently cooperate with them or lose his life as easily as tossing aside grass.

Of course, Ou Peng should have been one of the better ones. He would probably have offered an appropriate price in exchange.

But as Qiutong spoke, her expression dimmed, and she seemed rather listless.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "Don't think so much, Sister Qiutong. Perhaps one day, the Misty Sect will stand tall in Pingyang City once more. Let's hurry and treat Miss's illness. If, on the day we reclaim rivers and mountains, Miss is not there to witness it, it will lose much of its splendor."

"Exactly." Qiutong wiped her eyes. "Miss speaks every day of restoring the Misty Sect. Otherwise, she would not have exhausted herself like this and contracted such a strange illness."

With that, she led Zhang Xiaohua into the eastern room once more.

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