Under the faint starlight, Zhang Xiaohua looked carefully and saw that it was indeed Chen Fengxiao and Wu Zhouxu. The two were talking about something, and Wu Zhouxu occasionally gestured wildly, as though objecting to something.
Zhang Xiaohua found it exceedingly strange. Instead of talking on their own turf, why had these two come all the way beside the bamboo grove to whisper sweet nothings? If it had been a man and a woman, that would have been understandable, but two men...?
A chill ran down Zhang Xiaohua's spine!
Before long, the two seemed to reach some agreement. Wu Zhouxu cupped his hands and turned to leave. Chen Fengxiao watched his retreating back without moving. Only after Wu Zhouxu had gone far away did he turn and head directly toward the small courtyard where Zhang Xiaohua lived. In the moonlight, Zhang Xiaohua clearly saw a faint smile on Chen Fengxiao's face.
Withdrawing his divine sense, Zhang Xiaohua soon heard Chen Fengxiao knocking outside. He stepped forward to greet him, feigning surprise as he smiled. "Wasn't Great Leader Chen drinking with them? Why did the gathering end so early?"
Chen Fengxiao waved his hand. "Those boys have no end once they start drinking. How could it possibly wrap up this early? I was worried about you taking the field tomorrow, little brother, so I came especially to see you."
"Thank you for your concern, Great Leader. It's nothing much. After watching the brothers' matches today, I have a rough idea of what to expect."
Chen Fengxiao's eyes lit up. "Not at all, not at all. Little brother, you now bear the heavy responsibility of helping our Herb Division wipe away its former shame. If I did not show more concern, what sort of talk would that be? By the way, since