In Zhang Xiaohua's view, since they were all disciples of the Pill-Refining Hall's Herb Department, how could he possibly stand by with folded arms if others were attacked by fierce beasts? It was no more than a lift of the hand, and he had never expected any reward. He could do without this cut of the profits.
But Zhang Xiaohua now understood human hearts and the ways of the world well. If he proposed refusing the cut now, the disciples who had "banded together" with him would surely feel uneasy. They might even think he would not truly protect them. Better not to mention it; he could simply refuse it after they returned. Well, of course, if there was something especially rare, Zhang Xiaohua might not refuse after all.
Moreover, this cut was already customary. If Zhang Xiaohua broke the convention at once, he would provoke public outrage. The three Arhats watching beside them would be the first to object. Thus, Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said, "Excellent. Rest assured. For the sake of your cut alone, I'll see that you travel safely all the way."
"Ha, ha!" The disciples beside them laughed. Having heard Zhang Xiaohua's promise with their own ears, their hearts finally settled firmly into place.
Lu Chaoxian was a perceptive man, quite unlike his brawny appearance. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua agree, he said to the others, "Let's go. We should get ourselves ready first; we'll be leaving shortly. Since you've made me the leader, you should listen to me. Don't make Junior Brother Ren worry over these trifles."
After saying that, he cupped his hands toward Chen Fengxiao and the others, then led the disciples out of the courtyard.
Only after the disciples had left did Chen Fengxiao say, "Little brother, I had someone invite you down yesterday