Zhang Xiaohua could not help but hesitate. Before he had gone onstage, Chen Fengxiao had already said quite a lot. Between the lines, he had vaguely made one thing clear: "Little brother, I arranged for you to take the last two matches because I didn't want you to win them all. Hehe, don't win too completely. Leave the Pill Division some dignity!"
"The Pill Division's dignity?" Zhang Xiaohua sneered inwardly. That dignity was something Chen Fengxiao of the Grass Division gave them; it had nothing to do with this young master. But compared with fifty taels of gold, was the Pill Division's dignity important? It did not seem so. But what about Chen Fengxiao's dignity?
Zhang Xiaohua found himself tangled up. Should he win or not? Well, that depended on whether Chen Fengxiao's dignity or fifty taels of gold had the bigger face!
It was as though he had returned to Misty Peak all those years ago, when he had participated in the second round of the Martial Arts Tournament. Needless to say, the current Zhang Xiaohua and the Zhang Xiaohua of then were as far apart as clouds and mud. Even Qi Yuntian, if they spoke only of lightness skill, might not necessarily have surpassed that young Misty Sect disciple who had passed the Commoner First Rank back then. That young disciple had been a genuine Misty Sect disciple, while Qi Yuntian was merely a disciple who refined pills in the Pill-Refining Hall's Pill Division. He did not even qualify for the outer sect.
Yet Qi Yuntian, who had become a butterfly, had no awareness of himself. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua panting nonstop, he thought that with a little more effort, he could knock him down. Thus, he repeatedly exerted every ounce of strength he had. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohua was