Xiao Hua felt greatly relieved. Just as he was about to cup his hands and take his leave, Ling Zhengyi called out to him. "Wait, Xiao Hua. Don't you want to know who this old man is?"
Xiao Hua's heart skipped a beat. With an apologetic smile, he said, "This junior already asked Senior Xue's name, but Senior Xue avoided answering. Instead..."
"Hahaha! Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua, this old man already spoke the name Misty Mountain. Could it be that you still have no idea at all?" Ling Zhengyi laughed loudly.
Xiao Hua was truly at a loss. "This junior truly does not know. I have been discourteous; please enlighten me, Senior Xue!"
"Let Fellow Daoist Xiao know: my uncle is the head of Misty Mountain. His surname is Ling, and his given name is Zhengyi. Fellow Daoist, do remember it!" Xue Xue said, covering her mouth as she laughed.
"Um... Senior Ling, this junior understands now!" Xiao Hua was quite embarrassed.
"Very well. This old man stopped you not merely so you would know my name." Ling Zhengyi said mysteriously, "I have a piece of good fortune for you!"
Xiao Hua could scarcely believe it. Smiling, he said, "This junior would not dare hope for such a thing... If Senior has any matter, please speak freely!"
Ling Zhengyi patted his storage pouch and took out a magic artifact shaped like a large seal, along with a small booklet. Handing them over, he smiled. "Because of Fellow Daoist Xiao, Misty Mountain gained no small benefit from this Bidding Convention. This old man has no way to thank you, so I shall give you this artifact... and the method for refining it. Once you have established your foundation, study it carefully."
"Uncle! You are..." Seeing the artifact in Ling Zhengyi's hand,