"Shut up!"
Before the man could finish speaking, the youth let out a thunderous shout.
Startled, the man swallowed the rest of his words. Then the three exchanged glances, all gripping their Weapons tightly as they secretly went on guard.
Seeing that he had somewhat frightened the Misty Sect disciples, Zhang Xiaohua cupped his hands in salute. "Senior Brother, I used to work at Huanxi Mountain Villa. My name is Zhang Xiaohua. Well, I was with He Tianshu of the Medicine Hall, growing herbs. Just now, I heard what Senior Brother said and found it most perplexing, which was why I came out. Please explain it to me in detail."
"He Tianshu of the Medicine Hall?" The disciple frowned deeply. There were thousands of people throughout the Misty Sect—how could he know every last one of them? But after giving it some thought, he said mockingly, "Hmm, I don't know anyone like He Tianshu. There are so many people in the Misty Sect that you could casually make up a name, and there might still be someone by that name in the sect. That sort of trick won't work on me."
After speaking, his gaze fell once more upon the little sword embedded in the ground. Zhang Xiaohua froze for a moment, then immediately understood. Smiling without a word, he slowly stepped forward. The disciple was taken aback and retreated. "What are you doing?"
Zhang Xiaohua ignored him and walked straight to the little sword, bending down to pull it from the ground. In truth, if he had simply controlled it with his mind, why would he need to go to such trouble? He merely did not want more people to know that he cultivated the immortal path and invite needless trouble.
When Zhang Xiaohua picked up the little sword,