Could he have come for the "immortals" too? The thought suddenly sprang into Huang Xiao's mind.
Once that thought appeared, Huang Xiao quickly pieced together everything concerning Zhang Hu.
In truth, Zhang Hu's circumstances were very similar to his own back then. Both had been gravely injured, and although the manner of their injuries differed, both had little time left, their lives hanging by a thread. In that respect, they were almost identical, fellow sufferers of the same affliction.
If mysterious "immortals" appeared on Everlasting Spring Mountain in Dali, then Zhang Hu, upon learning of them, would have wanted to try his luck here like everyone else. That was a very good explanation.
It must be because of his own injuries! Huang Xiao thought with some certainty.
Remembering that the mysterious Medicine King Hall was also on Everlasting Spring Mountain, Huang Xiao understood from Old Sun's attitude toward Poison God Valley alone that Old Sun thought nothing of his Poison God Valley. In that case, Medicine God Valley, which enjoyed an equal reputation, probably could not win his regard either. By comparison, Medicine King Hall was all the more mysterious, and its medical arts probably really did surpass those of Medicine God Valley.
Zhang Hu's injuries were almost beyond any cure, so it was only natural for him to come here seeking treatment. Huang Xiao had little experience with Jianghu affairs and did not understand many things, but Zhang Hu was, after all, an old Jianghu hand. He certainly knew some of its secrets. Thus, even though this concerned events within the Dali Kingdom, there was nothing surprising about his knowing of these "immortals," unlike Huang Xiao, who had never heard of them at all.
In Huang Xiao's eyes, Zhang Hu had reached the end of his road. Encountering an