Heaven's movement is vigorous; a gentleman must strive unceasingly for self-improvement

Zhang Xiaohu followed the faint trail down the ridge. Zhang Xiaohua emerged from a pile of rubble not far away.

Looking at the crude village ahead, Zhang Xiaohua could not help feeling deep respect. He had traveled underground alongside Zhang Xiaohu and had reached the ridge even before him. Martial Uncle Zhou's explanation had just happened to fall upon his ears, sweeping away all his doubts.

They truly are the Misty Sect's iron-blooded men, worthy indeed of being Great Gang Leader Ou's fellow martial brothers! Zhang Xiaohua immediately felt goodwill toward Li Jian and Liu Qingyang, the two Martial Ancestors he had never met, as well as the thousand-odd Misty Sect disciples whose martial arts had been crippled by the Incense-Passing Cult. He felt that these were the true backbone of the Misty Sect. For the sake of such righteous deeds that stirred heaven and earth, let alone helping Zhang Xiaohu build up his reputation, he would have stepped in to save them even without that connection. Well, of course, killing two birds with one stone would be best. Heh heh, and if he could kill three birds? Four birds?? Wouldn't that be even better?

Zhang Xiaohua began making little calculations again.

Zhang Xiaohu followed Martial Uncle Zhou into the small mountain village. First came a simple archway. Though it was not tall, a plaque hung above it, bearing the two characters "Misty." The calligraphy lacked the graceful freedom of the archway at Misty Mountain Villa outside Pingyang City, and it did not carry that earth-shaking grandeur either. Yet paired with the rough wooden archway, it revealed a faintly unrestrained spirit.

When Zhang Xiaohu reached this spot, his feet would no longer move. He had often seen the words "Misty" in Misty Hall on Shixin Peak, yet they had never