The hour was still early, and when Zhang Xiaohua and the others left the valley entrance and arrived at the clearing between the valley mouth and the dense forest, the setting sun was still a pole's length high.
Zhang Xiaohua pretended to stay on the third carriage and looked around for a long time, but couldn't spot any disciples of the Xiang Sect?
"Could it be that the trial period has already passed?" Zhang Xiaohua was somewhat surprised, but calculated that it had only been about twenty days, and one month seemed long?
"Could it be that this prohibition was activated ahead of schedule?"
Zhang Xiaohua frowned for a while. Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Xiaohua flew onto Zhang Xiaohu's carriage. Zhang Xiaohu, who was driving the carriage, was startled and patted his chest: "Xiaohua, your flying skill is impeccable. Master said even Gang Master Ou is not that good."
