When Zhang Xiaohua saw He Tianshu looking as though he wanted to take the pages but hesitated to speak, he found it somewhat amusing, but admired him even more. The Misty Sect truly deserved its reputation as a famous orthodox major sect in the martial world. Its commands were conveyed with such strictness, carried out from above to below without the slightest deviation. The Great Gang Leader had merely offered a few reminders and had not directly told He Tianshu to teach him, yet He Tianshu did not dare begin cultivating it on his own. Such execution truly made Zhang Xiaohua praise them in secret. The Misty Sect had stood tall in the martial world for many years; it was not famous in name alone.
So Zhang Xiaohua's eyes rolled, and he said to He Tianshu very seriously, "Captain He, I think this Misty Steps has a very serious problem, one that requires your help to solve."
He Tianshu's eyes lit up. "Tell me about it first."
Zhang Xiaohua waved those few pages before his eyes and said, "I spent the entire afternoon reading them, but there were always parts I couldn't understand. What exactly is written here? I'm completely lost in a fog. I think Captain He should study it carefully first, then roughly explain how I ought to cultivate it. Once I get the hang of it, I'll be able to ask more specific questions."
Zhang Xiaohua glanced at He Tianshu again and handed over those pages that had been weighing on He Tianshu's mind. "What do you think?"
He Tianshu considered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "What you said does make sense. That was a good question. If we waited until you understood it, the sun would rise in the west. I'd better prepare