Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's "pale face," Manager Yang was very pleased and laughed, "Virtuous Nephew, don't be afraid. I, as your uncle, am just talking. As long as you work properly in the Xiang Sect and behave yourself, your future father-in-law and I have already figured out the way for you. Just follow it. The Bright Avenue is right in front of you. Will your life in the sect, looked after by me, your uncle, not be a hundred times better than those without any connections?"
"Alright." Seeing Manager Yang's "see if you follow me" expression, Zhang Xiaohua secretly cursed. Just now, he gave a stern warning with a big stick, and this time he's giving a carrot, thinking that he is really a fifteen-year-old child. However, he remained respectful and just listened with both ears.
