Inference

Zhang Xiaohu chuckled to himself. What bewitching words could he have said? He had merely healed Shi Niu's joints once more and repaired Zhou Mufeng's dantian.

However, when Martial Uncle Bai had been spouting nonsense earlier, Zhang Xiaohu had already understood Li Jian's meaning and drafted his words in advance. Now, seeing Yang Ruying question him, he immediately said, "Hall Master Yang, you see clearly. That day, this disciple merely paid Martial Ancestor Li a visit and told him about the recent situation in the hall. I did not mention a single word about becoming the chief senior disciple. This disciple also had selfish intentions. Seeing that Martial Ancestor Li was in a poor mood, I feared upsetting him. If he rejected me on the first attempt, it would be difficult to speak of it again afterward!"

After hearing this, Yang Ruying looked at Zhang Xiaohu thoughtfully. When she had first arrived at Shixin Peak, she had tried to make contact with Li Jian. Whether from Yi Xiang Peak's standpoint or as Ou Peng's widow, she ought to have looked after Li Jian and Liu Qingyang.

Yet Li Jian would not even see her, leaving Yang Ruying in utter embarrassment.

Over the following years, Yang Ruying abandoned the thought of caring for them on her late husband's behalf, but Zhong Pei had never given up trying to win them over. Though he failed time and again, he kept trying despite repeated defeats.

Who could have imagined that unremarkable Zhang Xiaohu would settle it after just one trip? Could there be something here that she did not know?

But what could make Li Jian compromise?

Well, taking another step back, what could Zhang Xiaohu possibly possess that would make Li Jian compromise?

Impossible!

Compared to before, Zhang Xiaohu had merely participated