Lihuo Hall

"This..." Hearing Zhang Xiaohua ask for the Guiyuan Grass, Zhang Ping'er found herself in a difficult position. Guiyuan Grass was an exceedingly rare thing; even on Yi Xiang Peak, it had not appeared once in several hundred years. Since it had already been given to her martial uncle, how could she possibly ask for it back? Besides, her martial uncle had used the Guiyuan Grass to refine medicine and save her master, which had already incurred a debt of gratitude to him. Zhang Ping'er had not entertained the slightest thought of asking for the Guiyuan Grass back, yet now that Zhang Xiaohua had raised the matter, she could not help feeling troubled.

At its root, this Guiyuan Grass belonged to Zhang Xiaohua. He had given it to her to save her master. Since she had not used it all, returning the remainder to Zhang Xiaohua was only proper, but... but how could Zhang Ping'er possibly bring herself to ask her martial uncle?

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ping'er gritted her teeth and forced a smile. "Since Senior Brother still needs the Guiyuan Grass, I'll ask Martial Uncle in a few days and see whether any remains. It's just... if I cannot get it back, Senior Brother mustn't blame me."

Although Zhang Xiaohua had mentioned the Guiyuan Grass, it was merely his nature to ask. Hearing this now, he raised his eyes toward Yi Xiang Peak beneath the lingering glow of the setting sun, waved his hand, and said, "It's fine. Since this puts Junior Sister in a difficult position, then forget it. I only mentioned it in passing."

After saying this, he looked around again and followed behind Zhang Ping'er, heading upward along the broad mountain road. Seeing him like this, Zhang Ping'er assumed that Zhang Xiaohua was unhappy.