"Xiao Hua is a Qi Cultivation disciple. We would not dare trouble Foundation Establishment seniors to make the journey!" Xue Xue said calmly. Yet that calmness, and the faint implication of "my Xiao Hua," fell upon Min Ge's eyes and ears, filling his heart with bitter hatred!
"Not at all. Perhaps Junior Brother Xiao has already become a Foundation Establishment cultivator by now. If we go, we might even be able to offer congratulations!" Yuan Bo said with a sinister smile, but where in his tone was there the slightest joy of congratulation?
"Hmph, then suit yourselves!" Qian Diheng sneered, taking the lead as he flew toward the Thunder Control Sect's mountain gate in the Lei Mo Mountain Range.
At this time, on the mountain path before the Thunder Control Sect's gate, just as five years ago, many disciples at the twelfth layer of qi cultivation were leaving for training. Some were acquainted with Qian Diheng and the others, while many more were unfamiliar faces. Seeing Xun Shu and the other two standing beside the Reception Pavilion, they found it strange and kept glancing over. Meanwhile, Xue Xue and the others gazed into the distance along the mountain path, hoping for Xiao Hua's figure to appear.
Wang Yunxiao and the other two were likewise standing beside the Reception Pavilion. They looked at one another, each with indescribable feelings in their hearts. They had all believed Xiao Hua had perished during the Foundation Establishment training five years ago, yet he had suddenly reappeared now. But thinking that they themselves had already established their foundations, a desire to show off arose in them, and they wanted to see whether Xiao Hua had established his foundation or not.
Of course, they also understood that since Xiao Hua had failed Foundation Establishment once, the