The outer disciples had no good solutions; what brilliant idea could three grass-section Arhats from Tianmu Peak's Pill-Refining Hall possibly have?
Zhang Xiaohua had merely used asking for advice as a pretext to leave. The nine disciples had long since lost their heads—how could they notice anything amiss?
Stepping out of the tent, Zhang Xiaohua looked at the deathly stillness of the entire camp and the terrified state of the others, and his resolve hardened further. If he wanted to save these innocent Pill-Refining Hall disciples, the only way to solve the problem once and for all was to kill the Thunder Tiger. Relying solely on the protection of Wuming Hall disciples was truly not reassuring.
Rather than wait here for the Thunder Tiger to come knocking and risk exposing himself by accident, it would be better to take the initiative. If he killed the Thunder Tiger outside, then even if someone discovered its corpse, they could blame it on the inner disciples undergoing their trial.
Reaching a secluded place, Zhang Xiaohua looked around and burrowed underground. When he emerged, he was already far to the west, beyond the reach of sight. Then he rose into the air, clutching a yuanstone in his hand, and used the Riding the Wind Technique to fly straight toward the pool Lu Chaoxian had mentioned.
The mountain winds over the You Lan Great Grassland were fierce. One did not notice it while on the ground, but the higher one went, the more violent they became. Zhang Xiaohua rode the wind into the air, borrowing the force of the wind to fly. In this vast night sky, amid the howling night winds, it was the perfect opportunity to use the Riding the Wind Technique.
Zhang Xiaohua floated lightly through the air, flying while carefully experiencing