Seeing Zhang Xiaohua skillfully start the bonfire, Zhang Xiaohu's heart couldn't help but feel sour. His own birth brother had grown up with him, and it was not until they parted on Xicui Mountain that he saw him tending to a bonfire. Now that he saw him so proficient, he wondered how many hardships he had gone through!
Zhang Xiaohu forgot that his brother was already an 18-year-old adult who should know these basic common senses. They say a child in the eyes of parents never grows up, and isn't it the same in the eyes of an elder brother?
Zhang Xiaohu asked softly, "Xiaohua, where have you been these years? How did you suddenly appear in the Xiang Sect? And in the Youlan Grand Canyon? You...you haven't been home to see our parents, have you?"
