Seeing Li Jian so stubborn, Zhang Xiaohu was quite depressed. After pondering for a long time, he could only force a bitter smile and said, "It's true that Master Li is open and aboveboard, not deceiving in the darkness. But this really puts me in a difficult position. Alas, who asked me to be a direct disciple of the Piaomiao Sect? If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Li Jian coldly looked at Zhang Xiaohu and didn't say anything, seemingly very dissatisfied with what he had just said.
Zhang Xiaohu activated the Misty Divine Skill, carefully checking the surrounding area of the Grass Pavilion and saw no unwanted people. Then he lowered his voice to tell Li Jian about his ability to heal Piaomiao disciples, mending their damaged chest and crushed joints back to health.
Li Jian's expression was quite extraordinary: first narrowed eyes, then shock, followed by awakening, and finally, an extremely contemptuous look.