Listening to Kun Feiyan and Qian Diheng's instructions, then seeing Xun Shu's deeply concerned gaze, Xiao Hua felt rather displeased. Yet there was nothing he could do. Although the matter of Luofeng Mountain seemed simple, it might well involve his origins. Such a matter was of the utmost importance; even those closest to him could not be told. He could only speak a few lies! Fortunately, the three of them trusted Xiao Hua. What he said could not really be called lies—every sentence was true. He simply had not revealed his true purpose!
After the three vanished from sight, Xiao Hua did not hurry onward. He found a secluded spot, dug out a cave, slipped inside, and set up an array. Then he reached out and took out the long banner whose surface was shrouded in black mist, with faint sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling coming from within. He had casually taken this thing from a Heavenly Demon Sect disciple at Lingpei Mountain Villa, but had never had time to inspect it.
The long banner consisted of two parts. One was a pole over ten feet long, its surface dark and glossy, covered in strange runes unlike those Xiao Hua usually saw. Atop the pole hung a banner one foot wide and two feet long. He had no idea what material it had been refined from. Dense black mist clung to both sides of the banner, and amid its churning, terrifying ghost faces occasionally surfaced.
"Is this a demonic cultivator's demonic artifact?" Xiao Hua did not dare probe it with his divine sense. Instead, he released his Buddhist sense. The black mist within the banner seemed afraid of the Buddhist sense and parted one after another as it penetrated deeper.
With a long, sharp "Screech!" Xiao Hua's Buddhist