Xiao Hua had lost Mysterious Yin Grass worth several thousand years, only to receive a useless jade slip in exchange. He was deeply indignant. After closing his eyes to meditate quietly for a moment, his thief's heart still refused to die. He took out the jade slip again and carefully read it once more. Only when he was nearly finished did his eyes light up. "Oh? It can actually be nurtured with divine sense? This... what kind of 'spirit sword' could this produce?"
"But the possibility of producing a spirit sword is simply too small." Xiao Hua frowned again.
"Forget it. It's already late, and daylight is fully upon us. I still have to take part in some competition today. Sigh, perhaps I should..." Though Xiao Hua thought so, he ultimately could not bear to forfeit.
When Xiao Hua emerged from the quiet room, he happened to encounter the other disciples.
The Thunder Control Sect still had more than a dozen disciples qualified to continue participating in the Feathered Immortal Convention. They too emerged from their quiet rooms one after another. Seeing Xiao Hua come out, Xun Shu hurried several steps toward him, seemingly wanting to say something. But Xiao Hua was in a poor mood. He merely glanced at Xun Shu without greeting her. Her face grew somewhat awkward, yet she still walked beside him and said softly, "Junior Brother Xiao, a disciple from Kun Thunder Palace established his foundation yesterday. Did you know?"
Xiao Hua glanced at her, then looked ahead again. "What does someone else establishing their foundation have to do with you?"
Xun Shu bit her lip. After thinking for a moment, she still said, "This poor Daoist merely feels envious. I wonder when I will be able to establish my foundation."
"Perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow,