After Zhang Chengyue had gone far away, Zhang Xiaohua turned back and cupped his hands to the little monk in snow-white robes. "I am Zhang Xiaohua of Huanxi Mountain Villa. Please instruct me."
The little monk also pressed his palms together. "This humble monk is Yuan Liao of the Law Enforcement Hall of Great Forest Temple. Please instruct me."
Seeing that his opponent had finished his greetings as well, Zhang Xiaohua crossed his fists and was about to launch the Big Dipper Divine Fist when Yuan Liao said, "Please wait a moment."
Zhang Xiaohua froze. "Is there something else?"
Yuan Liao asked, "Aren't you a Misty Sect disciple?"
Zhang Xiaohua nodded. "I am. How did you know?"
Yuan Liao smiled. "I heard everything you said to that Senior Brother Zhang just now. Besides, didn't you introduce yourself as being from Huanxi Mountain Villa?"
Only then did Zhang Xiaohua understand. He truly had not noticed those details.
Yuan Liao then asked, "Since you are not a Misty Sect disciple, how are you qualified to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament?"
Zhang Xiaohua blinked and said mysteriously, "That is a matter between Huanxi Mountain Villa and the Misty Sect. It involves confidential matters, so forgive me for being unable to answer."
Yuan Liao seemed unable to stop himself and asked again, "Then why did you say you were only confident of a draw when Martial Uncle Zhang asked whether you were confident you could defeat me?"
Zhang Xiaohua said irritably, "You little monk are utterly unreasonable. What I say to others is my private business. You eavesdropped without my permission—wasn't that an invasion of my privacy? And now you are even curiously asking me why. Do you want to fight or not? Look at the other arenas; they are already battling."
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