Not knowing how much time had passed, Zhang Xiaohua's consciousness shifted and looked at his tent. He saw the nine disciples sitting in a circle around the entrance, glancing inside from time to time and whispering to one another. There were few disciples still moving around within the stone wall at this moment; the night had gradually deepened.
Zhang Xiaohua showed a smile at the corner of his mouth and opened his eyes, shouting, "Fellow Senior Brothers, it's cold outside. Let's rest inside the tent."
Hearing Zhang Xiaohua's call, the disciples showed joy and entered the tent one after another. Lu Chaoxian laughed and said, "Junior Brother Ren has finally come out of seclusion."
"Seclusion?" Zhang Xiaohua was stunned.
