By then, the sun had already set into dusk. Zhang Xiaohua's cave faced southeast and had long since fallen into darkness. Without even extending his divine sense, Zhang Xiaohua could tell that the one calling for him outside the cave was Senior Brother Bai Huan.
Zhang Xiaohua found it strange. Ordinarily, Bai Huan only came to call for him in the mornings when something was up; he rarely came in the afternoon. Leaving aside whether there was anything to do, given Bai Huan's laziness, he was most likely dozing beneath a tree at this hour, waiting for his sweet dreams of spring and autumn that night.
Rubbing his eyes with an impatient look, Zhang Xiaohua walked out of the cave and asked, "Senior Brother Bai, it's already evening. Is there still something to do in the herb fields?"
Though Bai Huan was his senior brother, had been at Tianmu Peak longer, and possessed far greater seniority than Zhang Xiaohua, Bai Huan's expression at that moment made it seem as though Zhang Xiaohua were the senior brother instead. Trying to read Zhang Xiaohua's thoughts, he said with a placating smile, "Junior Brother Ren, if there weren't something going on, how would I dare disturb your rest? When have I ever come by at ordinary times?"
Zhang Xiaohua clasped his hands. "Listen to Senior Brother Bai—you make it sound as though I don't welcome you. I merely thought that since it's already so late, what could possibly be happening in the herb fields?"
Bai Huan glanced around, leaned close, and said mysteriously, "Who said it has anything to do with the herb fields? Only immortals know when those bare seeds will sprout. I came to find Junior Brother Ren because I have an important matter to tell you."
Seeing Bai Huan's manner,