So, after fiercely berating him for so long without actually making a move to capture him, and allowing him to explain himself again and again, the old man had merely been stalling for time, waiting for Valley Master Nie and the others to come confront him or surround him.
Zhang Xiaohua had still underestimated the intelligence of these old hands of the martial world.
Sure enough, after a while, the old man slapped White Wolf's forehead again. The great white wolf let out a low growl, and Valley Master Nie and the others, having received the signal, answered with long whistles and rushed straight toward Zhang Xiaohua.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's calm and unruffled expression, the old man assumed his explanations just now had been truthful. His little hoe gradually lowered, though White Wolf, having suffered a loss, continued glaring fixedly at Zhang Xiaohua.
Valley Master Nie led several people to the scene. From afar, he saw Zhang Xiaohua standing beside the old man and immediately knew there had been a misunderstanding. Before even reaching them, he shouted, "Elder Zhang, a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! Do not make a move!"
Elder Zhang turned around and laughingly scolded, "When did you ever see me make a move? It was your fine son-in-law who gave White Wolf a beating. I still need to seek justice for White Wolf!"
Valley Master Nie ran up and saluted Elder Zhang. "It has been a long time, Elder Zhang. Has your health been well?"
Elder Zhang waved the little hoe in his hand. "Free of office, free of burdens. Now I'm 'gathering herbs by the eastern hedge, leisurely gazing upon the southern mountain.' I'm very well, very well."
Watching the old man affect literary elegance, much like how he himself had flaunted his learning before Xiao Juzi that