When Zhang Xiaohua saw the man's face clearly, he was even more astonished. Wasn't this Lu Lihong, whom he had seen in the woods during the day? What was this fellow doing here?
However, seeing Lu Lihong staring at the faint firelight within the campsite, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to understand something. Then his heart stirred, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning: Could it be... could this fellow be looking for me?!
But why was he looking for him?
Zhang Xiaohua became even more baffled. If Chen Fengxiao had a grudge against Hui Chun Valley and had chosen him as a target, he could more or less understand the reason. But Lu Lihong? Could he also bear some old resentment toward Hui Chun Valley? Yet there were plenty of disciples from Hui Chun Valley. There was no need to specifically make trouble for him, was there? Oh—was it because he was Hui Chun Valley's "prospective son-in-law"?
Of course, there was another vague speculation in Zhang Xiaohua's mind. Yet that speculation was simply too inconceivable, leaving him unable to confirm it no matter what.
Hmph. Whether it's a mule or a horse, tomorrow I'll lead it out for a walk and see. Who's afraid of whom? Zhang Xiaohua silently sneered. Without showing himself, he continued burrowing forward until he found a suitable cave. Only then did he emerge, seal the entire cave with restrictions, and sit cross-legged to cultivate the Carefree Heart Sutra.
Before dawn the next day, Zhang Xiaohua returned to the campsite. Lu Lihong was still meditating and regulating his breathing on that high slope. Zhang Xiaohua ignored him, tunneled straight back from underground, and removed the restriction outside the tent.
Inside the tent, all nine people and several horses were safe and sound. When they saw