"You're being all secretive, what are you up to? Watching us receive the supplies; are you upset about it?"
Pulled aside by Zhou Ping, Xiong Yaxiong struggled out of his grip and looked at him puzzled, "Who are you showing that grim face to?"
Zhou Ping ignored Xiong Yaohong's complaint and said seriously, "I just want to ask you one thing, answer me honestly."
Xiong Yaxiong looked at Zhou Ping, "What's with the grave look, what do you want to ask?"
Zhou Ping said in a low voice, "Is the Sect Master of yours impersonated by someone you hired?"
"Ah?"
Xiong Yaxiong was dumbfounded and almost jumped up, "Old Zhou, what do you mean by that?"
Zhou Ping put his hand on Xiong Yaxiong, saying quietly, "I'm worried you've been denied supplies too long and resorted to something reckless. There hadn't been a new sect master for so many years, and suddenly there's one appointed by the Hall Master himself, who also claimed to have killed hundreds of demons—sounded like a myth..."
