Sitting in the carriage and looking at the somewhat familiar scenery by the roadside, Zhang Xiaohua felt as though he were in a dream. This was already the third time he had traveled this road today, yet his second brother Zhang Xiaohu was no longer in the carriage. Looking again at Qiutong beside him, he felt all the more deeply the mysterious wonder of fate in life.
If that thief had not stolen Qiutong's purse that morning, if he had run too slowly and failed to recover that emerald-green purse, if he had not met Sister Qiutong, then he should be sitting in a carriage bound for Hui Lu Town right now. After all, neither the Escort Agency nor the Misty Sect wanted him. He could not possibly stay here and hold back his second brother's future.
Thinking of Zhang Xiaohu, Zhang Xiaohua could not help smiling. His second brother had originally wanted to go to Pingyang City and make his way in the world, yet Zhang Xiaohua had dragged him here to learn martial arts. Who would have thought his aptitude would earn praise from the martial instructor? The day he mastered a full set of martial skills was just around the corner. Nothing could be more like fate playing tricks on people.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's distant gaze, Qiutong asked with concern, "Xiaohua, are you sleepy? If you're tired, take a little nap first. When you meet the young mistress later, you must be alert."
Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "I'm fine, Sister Qiutong. My arms just feel a little sore, and I can't seem to muster any strength. But I'm not tired. Back home, I worked in the fields from morning till night without feeling tired. Of course I wouldn't be tired now."
Qiutong looked at Zhang Xiaohua fondly and