Zhang Xiaohua fell silent after hearing this.
He had only wanted his second brother to join the Misty Sect, escape the knife-edge, blood-licking life of the escort agency, and perhaps cultivate profound martial arts along the way. He had asked for nothing more. Wen Wenhai had also acted out of goodwill, and with that small prior connection between them, he had taken Zhang Xiaohu as his disciple. It could only be called a fortunate coincidence.
Yet in other people's eyes, all this good fortune became firewood for jealousy, enough to cloud their minds and make them reject this shallow country bumpkin whose luck had soared to the heavens.
At that moment, Zhang Xiaohua deeply felt that the human heart truly was the most unfathomable thing in the world. Even the Misty Sect, which he considered a sacred land, could not escape the vulgar ways of the world. Had he been right or wrong to push his second brother onto the crest of the waves?
Only a moment ago, his heart had been lively and full of joy. Now, it had grown somewhat gloomy.
Fortune was where misfortune lay hidden. The ancients had not deceived him!
The observant Li Jinfeng had long noticed the change in Zhang Xiaohua. Smiling, he patted his shoulder and said, "Xiaohua, don't take it too much to heart. They simply do not know the hidden details, so naturally they will make wild guesses. Chasing shadows and catching wind is not uncommon in this world. You must learn to remain calm. This right and wrong is always the finest touchstone, the best thing for tempering one's character. Once you have experienced enough, you will naturally learn to face it with composure. A single trifling matter can be worth more than ten thousand volumes of books. If one