Zhang Xiaohua listened and fell silent for a moment.
He just wanted Second Brother to join the Piaomiao Sect and escape the dangerous life of an Escort Agency, while also cultivating advanced martial arts. He had no other extravagant expectations. Wen Wenhai was full of good intentions, plus their previous fate had enabled Second Brother to be accepted into the sect. It was perhaps a fortunate coincidence.
However, all these good things in the eyes of others became fuel for jealousy, causing them to be resentful, rejecting this lucky bumpkin from the bottom of their hearts.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua deeply realized that people's hearts were the most unfathomable things in the world. Even in the Piaomiao Sect, which he considered to be a sacred place, it was hard to escape the mundane. He wondered whether he had made the right or wrong choice by pushing his Second Brother into this situation?
