The Yi Xiang Peak Envoy's Intent

"Eh? A signal from an inner sect disciple?" Hearing the commotion, Du Feng immediately turned around and said curiously.

"What, have the inner sect disciples taken an interest in your Misty Hall's Martial Arts Tournament too?" Zhang Xiaohua teased.

"Who knows!" Du Feng handed the invitation to Zhang Xiaohua and smiled. "I need to go welcome the guest. Junior Brother Ren, please come and watch the Martial Arts Tournament when the time comes."

"Of course." Zhang Xiaohua accepted it with a smile and clasped his hands. "I've long wanted to witness the bearing of Misty Hall disciples. This is the perfect chance to broaden my horizons—how could I possibly not go?"

"Hahaha." Recalling the several disciples Zhang Xiaohua had taught a lesson when he first arrived at Shixin Peak, Du Feng laughed as well. "Perhaps a few disciples will ask you for instruction then."

Zhang Xiaohua shrugged without a care. "It'd be best if they were a few female disciples, so I can get a taste of what it feels like to bully women!"

Du Feng curled his lip, tilted his head toward the signal in midair, and clasped his hands. "Junior Brother Ren, you should stay here and think carefully about how to deal with female disciples. I'll take my leave."

Zhang Xiaohua nodded. Only after Du Feng had gone far away did he turn and return to the courtyard.

Ordinarily, Zhang Xiaohua would have formed a hand seal and returned to the pill chamber at once. Yet for some reason today, he felt faintly preoccupied, as though some unfinished matter lingered within this small courtyard. So he did not hurry back. Instead, he first took a walk around the courtyard to see whether he had forgotten anything.

But after looking it over from beginning to end, everything was