Fuqiu Peak, Qiankun Hall

When Zhang Xiaohua descended the mountain, he had only Huanhuan, the Four Unlike, carrying the Prajna Heavy Sword on its back—a sword that had never once brought him a windfall. The Misty Hall party seeing him off was equally sparse: only Du Feng, Xiao Gonghe, and Mu Tangchun.

There was no need to mention Du Feng. He handled Misty Hall's medicinal pill transactions and had always been fairly close to Zhang Xiaohua, so it was only right for him to come. As for Xiao Gonghe and Mu Tangchun, they could be considered acquaintances forged through a fight. Though Zhang Xiaohua had earned something of an "evil reputation" on Shixin Peak, what young man did not have tender feelings? Besides, Zhang Xiaohua had merely talked a little; he had not actually done anything improper.

Beyond their admiration for Zhang Xiaohua's martial arts, Xiao Gonghe and Mu Tangchun were wholeheartedly convinced by his methods of "flirting with" female disciples. They had gone to seek him out several times for guidance. Unfortunately, Young Hero Zhang had been busy treating Misty Sect disciples and throwing himself into the grand undertaking of pill refinement. How could he possibly idle away his days in the secluded little courtyard of the Pill-Refining Hall? Their humble attempts to learn from him had come to nothing time and again.

Looking at the three people seeing him off, Zhang Xiaohua pursed his lips somewhat. All across Shixin Peak, among men and women alike—especially the female disciples—there were quite a few who had benefited from his kindness. Yet all that glory had been placed upon Zhang Xiaohu's head. Even Zhang Xiaohu and the others could not conveniently come to see him off in person, much less present him with some legendary "umbrella of ten thousand people."

When they reached the mountain