Seeing Zhang Xiaohua put it that way, Chen Fengxiao could neither laugh nor cry. He quickly waved his hand. "Little brother, don't give me all that empty, fanciful nonsense. It means nothing. Perhaps only those old crones in the upper ranks of the Incense-Passing Cult enjoy that kind of rhetoric. Oh, right, you should thank Bai Huan first. Look, he has successfully shifted the disciples' fury onto himself. You, the great winner of this wagered duel, have instead come away light as a feather."
Zhang Xiaohua nodded. "I naturally understand that. Please rest assured, Great Leader Chen. I will definitely give Senior Brother Bai an explanation. I won't let him die without knowing why."
Chen Fengxiao was dumbfounded. "Th-this... what is this supposed to mean?"
Then Zhang Xiaohua slowly stepped forward a few paces and called out, "Senior Brothers of the Pill-Refining Hall, I am Ren Xiaoyao of the Herb Division. Heh heh, I imagine everyone knows me by now."
At this, not only Chen Fengxiao but everyone else was utterly stunned. They looked at him strangely, secretly thinking, Is he going to give a victory speech? Well, that makes sense. Speeches are important—an initiation speech, a master-disciple ceremony speech, and now a victory speech is only proper.
Zhang Xiaohua continued, "I have only just arrived at Tianmu Peak and only just joined the great family of the Pill-Refining Hall. I am very happy, and I very much hope to live in harmony with all you senior brothers from now on. The victories in this morning's three wagered duels, as well as the stakes from those three matches, mean nothing to me. Mm, everything is but floating clouds. What I care about is your feelings. I hope you will regard me as your own junior brother. Also, those two pills