When It Came to His Own Master

Wen Wenhai had not been wrong. A Misty Sect disciple on Shixin Peak could rise no higher than a hall master at most. With Yi Xiang Peak's support, Zhang Xiaohu could sit firmly in that position even without Wen Wenhai and the likes of Li Jian and Liu Qingyang from Misty Manor. If he wished to advance any further, though, then without some stroke of fortune or earth-shaking change, it was basically impossible!

Thus, Zhang Xiaohu smiled wryly. "This is all this disciple has in mind. Whether it can be accomplished or not, I will at least have tried. When I see Great Gang Leader Ou a hundred years from now, I will be able to give his old self an account and say that I did not fail the grace of his personally choosing me to enter the Misty Sect!"

"Good!" Seeing Zhang Xiaohu's resolve, Wen Wenhai nodded as well.

Once everything that needed to be said had been said, Zhang Xiaohu said, "Since Master has agreed, then strike while the iron is hot. I know there is a small room behind your courtyard where odds and ends are usually stored. Let us go there directly."

"A small room?" Wen Wenhai revealed a strange expression. "Wouldn't we need some quiet chamber? No preparations at all?"

Zhang Xiaohu shook his head. "There is no need, Master. It will not take too long. Once your martial arts are restored, just make sure not to let the cat out of the bag!"

Wen Wenhai laughed and scolded him, "Do not worry. Do you think your master is still some teenage greenhorn who cannot keep anything bottled up?"

Then he furrowed his brow. "But what about the external injuries of your Martial Uncle Xue and Martial Uncle Lu? Those will not be easy