"Piaomiao Sect? Escapee? Thief?"
That whisper was soft, but Zhang Xiaohua's senses were at their sharpest. Even without releasing his divine sense, he had a grasp of everything around him. Those ordinary words strung together made as much impact as a bolt of lightning across the night sky.
Though Zhang Xiaohua had not formally joined the Piaomiao Sect, everything since his departure from Guo Village and arrival in Pingyang City had been connected to it. Even his Path of Immortality cultivation techniques were obtained from the sect's Book Pavilion. To say he harboured no profound feelings for the sect would be impossible.
How could he tolerate it when someone dared to call the disciples of Piaomiao Sect thieves? Moreover, the word "escapee" piqued his curiosity even more.
