"Alas, no matter what, I absolutely can't create another Foundation Establishment cultivator!" Though Xiao Hua found Fan Qiao'er's retreating figure terribly lonely, he kept warning himself that once or twice might pass, but a third or fourth time would definitely draw others' attention. Xiao Hua himself understood this as well. On the first day of the Feathered Immortal Convention, two qi cultivation disciples had achieved Foundation Establishment while fighting him, and those illusion arrays even recorded the events. The Taiqing Sect disciples would surely take the time to watch them. Xiao Hua had already prepared his explanation: he was simply strong, and his magical power was stronger than those disciples at the late twelfth layer of Qi Cultivation, nothing more! Fortunately, neither his Samadhi True Fire nor his demonic hammer had been recorded, which gave Xiao Hua a slight sense of relief.
"Junior Brother Xiao... how come you were chased out too? Don't tell me you copped a feel inside?" A laughing voice rang out. Xiao Hua did not even need to turn around to know that it was Qian Diheng.
"What? Senior Brother Gan, have you ever been chased out like that?" Xiao Hua had seen Qian Diheng often over the past few days. He found the man grinning and frivolous, easy enough to approach. At least he was nowhere near as disgusting as Zhen Qikui of Yan Lei Ridge, Zhen Thunder Palace, so Xiao Hua spoke with him more often.
"Cough, cough... I'd like that too! But all the ones I run into are the sort who destroy flowers with ruthless hands!" Qian Diheng spoke somewhat weakly. When Xiao Hua turned to look at him, he saw that Qian Diheng's face was pale and his expression utterly listless. It was obvious at a glance that he had overused