The same strand of Buddhist consciousness was far stronger than Xiao Hua's. In particular, Xiao Hua felt that this Buddhist consciousness was extremely viscous, like goat's milk; compared to it, his own Buddhist consciousness was mere clear water!
"Oh no!" Xiao Hua was greatly alarmed and hurriedly withdrew his Buddhist consciousness. But it was already too late. That powerful Buddhist consciousness followed the contraction of his own and locked onto him in an instant!
This is bad! Xiao Hua hurriedly looked around, wanting to find somewhere to hide, even considering flying away. But there were far too many disciples attending the Feathered Immortal Convention. Though it was not exactly a teeming sea of people, it was still bustling with activity. Where could he possibly hide?
What should I do? As he pondered, Xiao Hua saw a late Foundation Establishment cultivator in the distance, his eyes gleaming as he stared straight at Xiao Hua and walked over at an unhurried pace!
"A late Foundation Establishment cultivator???" Xiao Hua immediately gave up all thought of fleeing. If it had been an early Foundation Establishment or mid Foundation Establishment cultivator, he might have been able to escape with Zhe Lei Evasion. But against a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, Xiao Hua truly had no way to deal with him.
The cultivator approaching slowly was tall and broad, dressed in a light-colored daoist robe. His head of white hair was like snow, topped with a pale golden daoist crown. Looking at his face, he had a ruddy complexion, two thick black broom-like brows, and beneath those brows, a pair of eyes fixed tightly upon Xiao Hua, filled with astonishment.
When Xiao Hua's gaze met the cultivator's, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes and instinctively shifted his gaze away, panic rising in his heart.