Seeing the young disciples leave with mixed feelings and excitement, Zhang Xiaohua shook his head and closed the door of the courtyard again. He was not naive enough to believe that the contest just now would win these young disciples over. Martial arts was just one aspect, more importantly, he was a disciple of Expanding Elixir Hall, not the Misty Hall. And it seemed that the Misty Hall had not yet planned to integrate into the "big family" of Xiang Sect. So, his cheap senior brother role could only be called casually by them. If there was an advantage, they would be happy, and if not, they wouldn't seek it.