Zhang Xiaohu couldn't take it anymore and asked anxiously, "Xiao Hua, what on earth happened? From what you're saying, it seems like you're doing even better at Yixiang Peak than I am as the chief disciple of Misty Hall? Once this prohibition is lifted, we still don't know the news, but you're going out right away!"
"Second Brother, it's because I have good character, okay?" Zhang Xiaohua bragged and told the story in detail.
"No way!"
"How is it possible?"
"You...young man, you're so lucky!"
"What? You...are going to Dalin Temple?"
After Zhang Xiaohua had spoken for a long time, Zhang Xiaohu's heart also went up and down with his words. Although he knew that Zhang Xiaohua was right in front of him, not a single hair was missing. After all, he was his own younger brother. How could he not worry?
"Master Changgeng of Dalin Temple has seen you, you must not let anyone find out anything!"
