Zhang Xiaohua and the others were concentrating on the matches atop the platform. The square was noisy, and since they had not been paying attention to the entrance at all, they naturally did not notice Zhang Xiaohu's actions. It was only when Aunt Qin and the others arrived beside them that they realized.
After everyone exchanged greetings, Aunt Qin asked, "Zhang Xiaohua, have you gone up yet?"
Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "Soon. I should be up after this match."
Aunt Qin nodded. "We came to cheer you on."
Behind Aunt Qin were five or six female disciples, including Changge and Chen Chen. They too chirped sweetly as they cheered Zhang Xiaohua on. These female disciples had all traveled south with the convoy last time.
Although they had traveled together last time, Zhang Xiaohua had looked like a mere servant then, so naturally no one had paid him any mind. It was not until the battle in Hei Ye that he made the female disciples see him in a new light. Later, Zhang Xiaohua went missing, and they returned to Mingcui Hall. They had remained deeply curious about this young man ever since. Yesterday, they heard that Zhang Xiaohua had participated in the Fledgling Eagle Hall commoner matches and had drawn every single bout. Their curiosity only grew stronger, and today they pestered Aunt Qin until she brought them along.
Once the familiar group had finished exchanging greetings, Captain Chang and Team Leader Li, who were in charge of this platform, also came over. Aunt Qin was the Hall Master of Mingcui Hall, her status exceedingly high. How could the two minor team leaders of Fledgling Eagle Hall not come over to pay their respects?
Though Aunt Qin was kind and amiable before Zhang Xiaohua and the others, she was not one