"Since Young Hero Ren understands, that saves this humble woman from overexplaining!" Bai Yanqiu sneered. "I heard that you and that senior sister of yours called Zixia are very close. Were you in the Incense-Passing Cult, I fear that scoundrel Jingyi might not permit it. But since you have come to Shuiyunjian, this humble woman has kept her here as well. The two of you may spend the rest of your lives here in peace and stability, sweet as honey and harmonious as a fine lute and harp. Would that not be delightful?"
"What a splendid plan, what a splendid plan!" Zhang Xiaohua nearly applauded.
"Very well. Young Hero Ren has rendered great and arduous service to Shuiyunjian. This humble woman will certainly entertain you properly. If Shuiyunjian can shake the martial world and become the foremost family of the Immortal Dao, half the credit will be mine, and half will be Young Hero Ren's. At that time, this humble woman will certainly..." Then Bai Yanqiu cast him a flirtatious glance. "Must this humble woman say more?"
Goosebumps covered Zhang Xiaohua's body, nearly shaking loose on the spot!
Bai Yanqiu walked through the air and arrived outside the great hall. Sure enough, there was not a soul within a hundred zhang. "Men, assemble the troops at Juying Hall! Shuiyunjian has a great matter to attend to!"
At once, several drumbeats rang out—"dong dong dong dong." Numerous disciples, old and young, male and female, emerged from who knew where and swarmed toward the great hall.
Before everyone had gathered, Bai Yanqiu had a disciple lead Zhang Xiaohua away... Zhang Xiaohua followed that disciple slowly out of the hall. Looking back at Bai Yanqiu's hesitant expression and the hurried figures of the disciples, a mocking smile rose at the corner of his