As soon as Xiao Hua left Dui Lei Palace, he flew toward East Ridge Medicine Garden while taking out a blank jade slip and using his divine sense to record that cultivation technique into it bit by bit. By the time he returned to East Ridge Medicine Garden, he had just finished transcribing the technique.
Looking at the crystalline jade slip in his hand, it truly felt like a chicken rib—tempting to eat, yet he feared his master's rebuke; unwilling to eat, yet afraid he would regret it someday. It was truly a hot potato.
Another half year passed in the blink of an eye. This day, Xiao Hua was cultivating when the formation outside the mountain trembled. He opened the formation, and a communication talisman flew in. When Xiao Hua crushed it, Xue Xue's voice sounded: "Xiao Lang, it has been a long time since I last heard from you. Are you establishing your foundation? I never dared disturb you. Today, I have reached the late stage of the ninth layer of Qi Cultivation, so I specially sent you this message. If I have disturbed you, please forgive me!"
Seeing Xue Xue's message, sweetness welled up in Xiao Hua's heart. He said a few words, explained his own situation as well, then patted his hand and sent the communication talisman back.
"Alas, I wonder how Fairy Hongxia is doing!" Xiao Hua gazed at the brilliant sunlight beyond the mountain, his heart filled with concern. At the same time, he understood that unless he established his foundation, unless he possessed great cultivation, Fairy Hongxia's matter could only drift away like running water. Even if Fairy Hongxia's feelings for him ran deep, how could Huanhua Sect possibly agree?
"Cultivation, cultivation... In the Cultivation World, everything is decided by strength!" Xiao Hua