Delight

Qiutong heard Ou Yan's moans from the outer room and immediately forgot her agreement with Zhang Xiaohua. She flipped up the cloth curtain and rushed in, heading straight for Ou Yan's bedside without even sparing Zhang Xiaohua a glance.

I knew it... women never keep their word! Zhang Xiaohua rubbed his nose and grumbled inwardly.

But seeing Qiutong's worried expression, how could he blame her for anything?

Old Yu poked his head in as well. He seemed to remember his agreement with Zhang Xiaohua and did not hurry forward.

Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "Come in, Old Yu."

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's relaxed expression, the stone hanging over Old Yu's heart finally dropped to the ground. He strode quickly before Zhang Xiaohua, looked him straight in the eye, and asked excitedly, "Zhang... worthy nephew, how is the young lady...?"

Hearing Old Yu change his usual form of address from "Zhang Xiaohua" to "Worthy Nephew Zhang," Zhang Xiaohua could not help smiling. Even when he had given Old Yu the Nameless Sword Technique, the old man had never been so flattering. "Old Yu, you're too polite. You'd better just call me Zhang Xiaohua. Hearing 'Worthy Nephew Zhang' from your mouth gives me goosebumps all over!"

Old Yu grew even more resolute and merely chuckled. "You saved the young lady. Naturally, your merit is supreme. This old man would not dare call you Zhang Xiaohua again."

"Forget it. This is all the young lady's good fortune; it has nothing to do with me!" Zhang Xiaohua pushed everything onto fate.

Seeing how little Zhang Xiaohua claimed credit, Old Yu was deeply gratified. He nodded repeatedly. "All right, then, Zhang Xiaohua. Can you tell me how the young lady is now?"

"She's fine. The young lady should be all right now. This illness... well, it can be