When Zhang Xiaohua saw Ou Peng's astonishment, he hurriedly added, "Right, I still haven't thanked Great Gang Leader properly for his generosity. If not for your reward, I reckon Yuan Kong would have kicked me off the arena the moment I stepped onto it today. Great Gang Leader truly had foresight—you had already anticipated today's match and bestowed Misty Steps upon me early on."
Ou Peng laughed and scolded him helplessly. "That flattery is far too obvious. Don't do that again next time. It'll make me throw up."
Zhang Xiaohua put on an equally astonished expression. "Great Gang Leader, you could tell? Truly impressive. But if you throw up enough, surely you'll get used to it."
Ou Peng shook his head and did not pursue the matter. After a while, he said, "It seems that you and He Tianshu do have some talent in footwork. Reaching the third level in barely over a month is no small feat. But Misty Steps is one of the Misty Sect's divine arts. The later techniques cannot simply be given to you for cultivation."
The moment Zhang Xiaohua heard this, he inwardly cried that things were bad. Why hadn't I thought of Misty Steps just now? Could Great Gang Leader Ou have meant to give me the later techniques?
But the words had already been spoken, and the token was practically in his hands. How could he take them back now?
Suppressing his intense regret, Zhang Xiaohua said weakly, "Great Gang Leader thinks too highly of us. I haven't even got the faintest outline of the third level of my lightness skill yet."
Ou Peng was not surprised. "The lightness technique recorded in the third level is exceedingly profound. If you had already comprehended it now, I would have found that strange. Don't rush.