"By the way, where did this... demonic artifact come from?" Xiao Hua suddenly came to his senses, thinking, Demonic artifacts are used by people of the Demon Realm. Neither divine sense nor spiritual power can be used with them. What would a cultivator like me want them for?
"Oh, perhaps this area specifically sells demonic artifacts. No wonder so few cultivators come here!" Xiao Hua understood why there were so few people around. He turned to leave. These so-called demonic artifacts were truly far beyond his reach; there was no need for him to waste time here.
But the instant Xiao Hua turned around, a powerful divine sense swiftly swept over him, inspecting him from head to toe, inside and out. Xiao Hua was greatly startled and nearly stopped in his tracks. Yet he knew this was merely divine sense, not pressure. A minor cultivator at the Qi Cultivation second layer should not have been able to notice it.
Thus, he forcefully suppressed the tremor in his heart, continued turning around, and prepared to take a step. "Little brat, come over here!" A voice rang out as though it were speaking directly beside his ear. Xiao Hua froze. It was the voice of that dark, skinny cultivator from before. Why was he looking for me? Xiao Hua found it strange, but he could only stop. He then looked around in bafflement before pointing at his own nose and asking, "Was... was some senior calling this junior?"
"Yes, I'm calling you. Other than you, who else here could be called a little brat?" The dark, skinny cultivator looked impatient. He stretched out his right hand and crooked his index finger repeatedly. "Get over here. This old man has something to tell you!"
"Yes, this junior will come right over!" Xiao Hua