The next day, Zhang Xiaohua was still the first to wake. He first removed the restrictions around the tent, then slipped outside the stone wall to find a sheltered spot, where he practiced the Big Dipper Divine Fist and drilled the Flying Sword Technique for a while before returning to the tent. By then, Lu Chaoxian and the other eight disciples had all awakened and were making preparations to depart.
When they saw Zhang Xiaohua return, everyone put on smiling faces and asked, "Junior Brother Ren, did you go practice your fist techniques?"
Zhang Xiaohua nodded and was about to step forward to help, but how could Lu Chaoxian and the others let him? They merely smiled and said, "Junior Brother, just wait to the side. We'll be done in a moment. How could we possibly need you to lift a hand?"
Zhang Xiaohua shook his head with a bitter smile. They were right; it was only packing up, and eight people were more than enough.
Ah, he might as well let nature take its course.
The Pill-Refining Hall disciples were nimble and efficient, and even the Wuming Hall disciples did not yield an inch. Before long, the entire campsite within the stone wall had been tidied up neatly. At a shout from the disciple leading the group, the convoy set off once more. The carriages rolled out of the campsite one after another, while the Wuming Hall disciples guarded both sides of each carriage as they escorted the convoy beyond the stone wall.
The convoy was heading precisely toward the place where Zhang Xiaohua had slain the Giant Wolf the night before.
The Giant Wolf's corpse lay amid the grass, but the greenery was so lush that it could not be spotted at first. Only when the whole convoy