Misunderstanding

Seeing Li Jian so stubborn, Zhang Xiaohu felt rather depressed. After pondering for a long while, he could only force a bitter smile. "Martial Ancestor Li is indeed upright and aboveboard, honest even in the darkest room, but this truly puts this disciple in a difficult position. Sigh, forget it. Who asked this disciple to be a direct disciple of the Misty Sect? If I do not enter hell, who will?"

Li Jian looked coldly at Zhang Xiaohu without speaking, seemingly greatly displeased by what he had just said.

Zhang Xiaohu circulated the Misty Divine Art and inspected the area around the thatched cottage. Finding no one unwelcome, he lowered his voice and explained how he could heal the shattered dantians of Misty Sect disciples, as well as joints crushed by others.

Li Jian's expression was extraordinarily colorful. First came a sidelong glance, then shock, followed by realization, and finally utter disdain.

Once Zhang Xiaohu had finished and stood respectfully, Li Jian said, "You... finished?"

Hearing the coldness in Li Jian's voice, Zhang Xiaohu asked curiously, "Reporting to Martial Ancestor Li, this disciple has finished."

"Good. Then you may leave!"

"What???" Zhang Xiaohu could hardly believe his ears. He had come full of hope. Setting aside his own private affairs, he had revealed this heaven-shaking secret, only to receive... such a few simple words from Li Jian!

"Martial Ancestor Li... you do not... believe this disciple?" Zhang Xiaohu asked somewhat haltingly.

"Hmph." Li Jian snorted coldly. "More than merely not believing you! Were you not A Hai's disciple, and were I not considering you a direct disciple, I would have driven you away. Otherwise, I would have sent you off with a 'scram' long ago!"

Zhang Xiaohu sighed. It seemed Li Jian's vigilance was no ordinary thing.

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