Looking up, Zhang Xiaohua saw Changge standing not far away, smiling sweetly at the two brothers.
The female disciples of the Misty Sect were already outstanding among their peers, each one breathtakingly beautiful and possessed of extraordinary bearing. Changge wore fitted martial attire, and in the darkness of night, she looked especially valiant and dashing. At that moment, the thick clouds overhead suddenly split open, and Jiaojie moonlight poured down, draping Changge from head to toe. Seeing Zhang Xiaohu looking at her, Changge pursed her lips in a smile and walked over.
Zhang Xiaohu suddenly felt a stab of pain in his heart as though struck by lightning, followed at once by a blazing heat. His eyes remained fixed on Changge, and he could no longer force out a word.
Zhang Xiaohua, however, failed to notice his second brother's state. He hurriedly called to Changge, "Sister Changge, this is my second brother, Zhang Xiaohu. Hehe, he's Great Hero Wen's disciple now."
His words brimmed with boundless pride.
Changge smiled as she stepped forward and saluted Zhang Xiaohu. "Hello, Zhang Xiaohu. Should I call you junior brother, or should I call you senior brother?"
According to the Misty Sect's rules, whoever entered the sect first was senior, so Zhang Xiaohu truly ought to call Changge senior sister. However, the disciples of Ou Peng's line had certain special considerations, and sometimes seniority was also determined by age. Still, someone like Zhang Xiaohu, who had entered the Misty Sect at such an advanced age, was rarely seen. That was why Changge asked.
Looking at Changge's flowerlike face, Zhang Xiaohu opened his mouth but did not know what to say. Given his usual temperament, he would probably have called her senior sister and modestly said a few words. Yet before this young woman, the