Zhang Xiaohu truly carried a heavy burden of thought.
During his time in the Misty Sect, his situation had been exceedingly difficult. Many disciples of the righteous path believed he had entered the Misty Sect through nepotism, treating him with indifference and even hurling harsh words at him. Those who chased after power and fawned on the influential, meanwhile, racked their brains trying to use him as a connection, which disgusted him to the extreme. Yet no matter how much he disliked it, he had only just joined the Misty Sect and truly had no idea what backgrounds the others possessed, so he did not dare offend them casually.
Thus, his days in the Misty Sect had been very difficult. Keeping his doors shut had also been an act of helplessness.
Yet these difficulties in dealing with people and navigating relationships were merely one side of things for Zhang Xiaohu. The crucial point was that after Wen Wenhai brought him into the Misty Sect, he had ignored him and left him to fend for himself. At first, they had met a few times, and Zhang Xiaohu had even asked him for "Mighty Ox Strength" for Zhang Xiaohua. Later, however, their meetings grew sparse. Even when they did meet, Wen Wenhai kept silent about martial arts cultivation. Zhang Xiaohu found this deeply baffling and could not fathom his master's intentions.
Time passed bit by bit.
Until today, when he saw Zhang Xiaohua displaying his might on the arena stage and fighting Misty Sect disciples evenly matched, the bottle of mixed feelings in Zhang Xiaohu's heart was truly overturned!
Zhang Xiaohu had always believed that his fortunes were better, that his talent surpassed his younger brother's, and that he had pulled far ahead of him on the path of martial arts. But