Seeing that he had matched the price and was greeting other customers, Xiao Hua smiled, turned, and left the stall. He shook out the Mihuan and was about to put it on when a voice came from behind him. "Hmph, with that level of cultivation, who would even have their eye on you? Even if someone killed you, could they possibly find supreme-grade spirit stones in your storage pouch?"
Xiao Hua froze. Th-this seems to be talking about me, doesn't it?
Xiao Hua found it quite strange. When he turned back and looked carefully, his face filled with astonishment. This person... he knew him. Well, it could not really be called knowing him; they had merely met once outside Jingbo City a few days ago, when Xiao Hua had entered the city. It was that Xunyan Sect disciple, barely more than ten years old!
That day, Xiao Hua had only looked at him once too many and been glared back at. Now, he had not even looked at the boy, yet he was still being showered with contempt.
Xiao Hua grew a little angry and sneered. "This poor Daoist admits that his cultivation is shallow, but... does having shallow cultivation mean I cannot wear Mihuan to conceal my appearance? Besides, whether I wear Mihuan or not, what does it have to do with you?"
"What does it have to do with me?" The boy's face was brimming with arrogance. He snorted through his nose. "Hmph, having low cultivation is not your fault. Coming out and letting people laugh at you is your fault!"
"You..." Xiao Hua flew into a rage. He looked around, but did not see any of the boy's fellow disciples, much less the boy's eleventh-layer Qi Cultivation elder.
"What are you looking at? Looking for helpers? Hmph,