Every Sip and Peck Is Fated by Karma

Hearing that Ou Yan wanted to entrust both the map and the Brocade Box to his safekeeping, and that if anything happened to her, he was to dispose of them as he saw fit, Zhang Xiaohua immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum, protesting without pause.

What a joke. What were these two items? They were the root cause of the Misty Sect's destruction, things that Ou Peng, Zhang Chengyue, and countless Misty Sect disciples would rather lose their lives than hand over to the Incense-Passing Cult. They were far too weighty! Zhang Xiaohua could keep them safe, but asking him to deal with them alone... he truly did not dare!

Zhang Xiaohua might casually take precious internal cultivation manuals from someone else's Library Pavilion, or conveniently claim immortal cultivation artifacts that others did not recognize as his own, but when it came to something concerning the life and death of the Misty Sect, he still did not dare interfere lightly!

After all, his relationship with the Misty Sect was anything but ordinary.

Ou Yan was not surprised by Zhang Xiaohua's refusal. Of course—if he had accepted something so important without a word, that would have been unreasonable. She merely smiled faintly and said, "Zhang Xiaohua, as the ancient books say, one must repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring. Hmm, and when a hero saves a beauty, she is supposed to offer herself in marriage. But Sister Ou is much older than you and not much of a beauty, so we can forget about that offering-myself-in-marriage business..."

Hearing Ou Yan's teasing, Zhang Xiaohua merely smiled, without the slightest blush. He regarded Ou Yan as an elder sister and had no other thoughts whatsoever. Seeing her in such spirits only made him happy, and he wished to stay