The ones approaching from afar were two men. The one leading the way was Yang Yao, the guide who had brought Zhang Xiaohua into the Incense-Passing Cult. Strutting behind Yang Yao with his chin slightly raised was the legendary genius from Hui Chun Valley—well, the little herb apprentice of Hui Chun Valley back then, now an outer disciple of Wuming Hall in the Incense-Passing Cult. Zhang Xiaohua truly could not recall his name, but he had definitely seen that face with his divine sense!
Wasn't he the mountain-patrolling disciple who had forcibly swindled Zhang Xiaohua out of his "Dragon Scale Fruit" beside Jinghai Lake on Zhang Xiaohua's first day in the Incense-Passing Cult?
In that instant, Zhang Xiaohua's heart went ice-cold. What sort of character was this? The pride of the Pill-Refining Hall, yet he could snatch herbs from the hands of a herb apprentice. Never mind anything else—on that point alone, Zhang Xiaohua thought four degrees less of him for no reason at all. Only now did Zhang Xiaohua suddenly understand why he had found it strange back then. The "Dragon Scale Fruit" was already rare; how could a mountain-patrolling disciple from Wuming Hall have known about it? If it was this man, then it was no longer strange. Setting his character aside, as a herb apprentice from the Pill-Refining Hall, he still possessed the most basic professional skill.
When Bai Huan heard Chen Fengxiao tell him to take Zhang Xiaohua to the inner hall to find clothes, he had already grown reluctant. Though he said nothing, his feet did not move in the slightest. He merely stood there, craning his not-so-long neck, his eyes full of stars, and whispered, "Ah, Senior Brother Lu really is a great master of martial arts. Look, after all these years, his bearing