Zhang Xiaohua stood outside the Inheritance Pavilion, hands tied, and stared at the blank space next to him, seemingly lost in thought.
Suddenly, the entrance of the Inheritance Pavilion flickered with light, and Zhang Xiaohua turned his head, grinning, "Second Brother..."
However, when Zhang Xiaohua saw Zhang Xiaohu's disoriented expression, he couldn't help but be surprised and laughed, "What's wrong? You've been in there for so long; did you see the Inheritance of the Piaomiao Sect and not want to leave? Don't be like that, Second Brother. When you step onto the Path of Immortality in the future, you can still cultivate these jade slips, and even use the magical artifacts inside too!"
Upon hearing Zhang Xiaohua comforting him, Zhang Xiaohu couldn't help but show a bitter smile, and stretched out his hand, "Enough with the useless talk, come and take a look at my chest."
