Facing the enthusiasm of Piaomiao Sect disciples, Zhang Xiaohua could only flee in embarrassment, discarding his helmet and armor.
Upon squeezing through the crowd and returning to Zhang Xiaohu's residence, Zhang Xiaohua was panting heavily. He couldn't help but feel a lingering fear as he said, "This was like a battle, even more exhausting than the one on the arena. I'd rather face that bald monk."
He Tianshu, who was enjoying the scene nearby, laughed and said, "Don't get too cocky. This is just how the male disciples of our Piaomiao Sect are. What would you do if it were the female disciples from Mingcui Hall?"
Zhang Xiaohua grinned without saying anything, while Zhang Xiaohu's eyes lit up.
