A crimson streak of light flew before Xiao Hua. From far behind him, Zhuo Qingyuan called out, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, this is my communication talisman. I know perfectly well what you did. If there is ever anything you need my help with, please send me a message!"
Xiao Hua was furious. He had helped out of goodwill, only to have half his face slapped. Hearing this, he turned around with a cold sneer. "Fellow Daoist Zhuo, you should take your kindness back. I'm keeping the other half of my face for myself!"
Yet when he turned around, Zhuo Qingyuan and Xiao Mao had already vanished without a trace!
"Damn it, are these famous sects and great schools really so... stingy?" Xiao Hua let out a long sigh. "This young master beating up your junior brother was merely an expedient measure. Since you already knew, why use the same trick to return it to me with such a fake show? You were clearly supposed to thank me, yet you insisted it was something you had no choice but to do! What kind of muddled nonsense is this?"
Looking at the flashing communication talisman before him, Xiao Hua reached out, took it, and tossed it into the space behind his head. This Zhuo Qingyuan is more straightforward than that Xi Wuming from Mingcui Mountain. He really did give me a communication talisman. If I truly have something to ask of him, he probably won't refuse, will he?
Who knows? Besides, if this young master has a problem, I'll solve it myself. Why would I seek out someone else for no reason? Let the Xunyan Sect owe this young master a favor—owe it for a lifetime! Xiao Hua thought fiercely.
It seemed Zhuo Qingyuan of the Xunyan Sect had provoked Xiao Hua. He