Xiao Xianrui gave a light giggle and said, "Since you and I are already together, keeping the Peacock Illusion in my hands only makes me dwell on the old days. It would be better to let it leave with Xiao Hua. Sigh, I just wonder how Xiao Hua is doing now!"
"Not well, I'm afraid. News came from Huanhua Sect that Xiao Hua has not appeared anywhere around the sect. He is only a Qi Cultivation second layer cultivator and has no experience training outside. Where could he possibly have gone? Either a demon beast ate him, or some other rogue cultivator silenced him!" Jiang Fan spoke softly, regret still in his voice. "What a pity... that Peacock Illusion! Oh, if Sister Rui is worried, once we return from the market, I can send disciples to look for traces of Xiao Hua?"
"Don't... Why look for him?" Xiao Xianrui hurriedly shook her head. Just as she was about to speak, Xiao Hua, dressed in Mihuan, slightly turned his head, swept his gaze over the two of them, and gave a quiet cough.
At the sound of that familiar cough, Xiao Xianrui's entire body shuddered. But when she looked up at Xiao Hua, she was immediately disappointed beyond measure. Jiang Fan quickly bowed and saluted. "This poor Daoist was presumptuous. Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist!"
Xiao Hua did not answer. He turned back around, his eyes filled with the image of Xiao Xianrui's exceptionally delicate face that he had just seen. Xiao Xianrui was much thinner than she had been in those days. Her brows were faintly furrowed, and her large eyes held both a trace of confusion and a trace of sorrow.
At the front of the crowd, the contest among the three Foundation Establishment cultivators had reached a white-hot