Physician of Yi Xiang Peak

After Zhang Xiaohua tossed the Azure Water Sword back, Zhang Xiaohu finally came to his senses. Taking the short sword, he pointed at the Silk Brocade in Zhang Xiaohua's hand. "Xiaohua, what's that?"

"A sword manual?" Zhang Xiaohua asked strangely. "Hidden inside a sword sheath—what else could it be besides a sword manual?"

"You..." Zhang Xiaohu once again looked as though he hated iron for not becoming steel. "This sword manual has been sitting there for so long. Why didn't you tell me? Why are you taking it out now? You... you really know how to squander things!"

Apparently, Zhang Xiaohu had already realized that Zhang Xiaohua intended to take the sword manual away rather than leave it for him.

"Pfft." Zhang Xiaohua showed no mercy in his counterattack. "Second Brother, you're also a direct disciple of the Misty Sect. Why are you always thinking of getting something for nothing? Aren't your own Misty Seven Swords enough for you to cultivate? What do you need this sword manual for?"

"But... doesn't your second sister-in-law still lack a sword technique that suits her? And don't you need to leave some meeting gifts for your nephew whom you haven't even met yet?"

Zhang Xiaohua was speechless. He had even dragged out a nephew who did not yet exist to make his case. That was truly not ordinary stinginess!

"Fine, Second Brother. Actually, this sword manual was meant for the Misty Sect in the first place—well, that is, for you. I'm merely lending it to Old Yu for a look first. Once he's finished, I'll give it to you."

"You certainly know how to talk. Whenever it suits you, you say it was left for us, but I never saw you take it out. Only after I discovered it did you say so.