Xiao Hua had his head bowed in thought, caught in a fierce battle between heaven and man over whether to tell the Sect Master or not, when he suddenly heard someone shout from the air not far away, "You there, boy! Who are you?"
Xiao Hua froze slightly and answered naturally, "Me? Of course I'm Xiao—"
Before the words "Xiao Hua" could leave his mouth, he came to his senses and nearly jumped in midair. Stretching out an arm, he pointed at the two Qi Cultivation fifth layer cultivators flying over from nearby and snapped, "This is Shang Hua Ming territory! Who are you? What right do you have to ask this... this poor Daoist's name?"
But then Xiao Hua's eyes rolled, and he seemed to realize something. Lowering his voice, he cupped his hands and said, "Could the two of you be here to visit my sect master at Shang Hua Ming?"
"Shang Hua Ming? Sect Master?" The two cultivators were startled. They exchanged glances, surprise flashing across their faces, followed at once by vigilance. One reached into his robes and took out a communication talisman. With a surge of spiritual power, the talisman flew away. The other sneered. "A junior at the Qi Cultivation second layer actually dares come to Huanghua Ridge to fish in troubled waters? Are you tired of living?"
Then he said to the person beside him, "Does something like this even warrant a message? Just kill him!"
"The Young Sect Master ordered that anything unusual must be reported. Junior Brother, don't lead yourself astray!" The other disagreed, but his actions were not slow. He spread a yellow talisman in his hand and flew swiftly toward Xiao Hua.
Xiao Hua was furious. This was Shang Hua Ming's territory, yet these outsiders claimed he had come