Leaving Bai Yanqiu's regretful thoughts aside, let's talk about Zhang Xiaohua, while holding the mature copper rod, walked to the side of the arena and, with a flash, jumped onto the platform. He gave a bow with his hands clasped and said happily, "Senior Brother, at a glance, you must be a disciple of Shuiyunjian. I came a bit late this time and just heard that you challenged. Hehe, I can't help but feel itchy and would like to take this opportunity to learn from you. What do you think?"
"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked for your name, Senior Brother?"
"This..." Ever since Zhang Xiaohua took over Chen Yang's words, like Master Bai, he had been regretting that he hadn't seen this disciple from Mo Cu Palace of the Xiang Sect sooner. However, Chen Yang had already thought of his response and said with a bow, "Junior Brother, I am Chen Yang from Shuiyunjian. May I ask for your name?"
Zhang Xiaohua pouted and said, "Hasn't Senior Brother Chen seen me before?"
