Farewell

How could Zhang Xiaohua leave without saying goodbye? At that moment, he was in Huanxi Mountain Villa behind Shixin Peak, bidding farewell to Ou Yan, Qiutong, and the others.

Ever since Zhang Xiaohua had cured Ou Yan of her grave illness last time, nothing else had gone wrong. After several months of recuperation, she had recovered considerably. Her face had filled out a little, and even her smiling eyes had gained more sparkle.

"You really are lucky. You actually saved an inner-sect pill-refining disciple of Yi Xiang Peak, and that disciple was quite thoughtful too. She didn't merely give you a Martial Arts Cultivation Method to fob you off—she arranged for you to go to Yi Xiang Peak. Mm, although you'll only be a pill-refining disciple rather than a true inner-sect disciple, it still counts as reaching the heavens in a single step," Ou Yan said with a smile.

Before Ou Yan could finish, Qiutong beside her mocked, "What reaching the heavens in a single step? He's practically risen three ranks in a row."

Zhang Xiaohua froze for a moment, then understood. Wasn't that exactly right? First he had been a little medicine boy of Misty Hall, then a Pill-Refining Hall disciple stationed at Shixin Peak, and now he was a probationary inner-sect pill-refining disciple. Wasn't that three promotions in a row?

"Sister Qiutong, don't make fun of me. Actually... I don't really want to go. How nice would it be to stay here with all of you?"

"Hahaha!" Qiutong was greatly amused. "Xiaohua, give it a rest. Stop saying things we like to hear. If you truly didn't want to go, why would you come here to bid us farewell?"

"Hehe." Zhang Xiaohua smiled as well. "I do want to stay with you all, but when I think about