When Xiao Hua followed Ling Zhengyi into the cave abode, he discovered that it was several times larger than Xiangyang's cave abode in Myriad Thunder Valley. Its ornaments were dazzling and abundant beyond compare. How was this anything like the ancestral hall of Shang Hua Ming he had imagined?
"Please, Fellow Daoist Xiao, have a seat." Ling Zhengyi invited Xiao Hua to sit, personally setting out spiritual fruits and other items as he said apologetically, "I shall go see whether my son is ready!"
After Ling Zhengyi entered the inner residence, Xiao Hua looked around and released his divine sense. He found that restrictions covered all four walls of the cave abode, barring his divine sense from passing through. Moreover, these restrictions were quite ingenious, even more numerous than those in Wunai's cave abode.
Taking a bite of a cool spiritual fruit, Xiao Hua pondered inwardly, This Misty Mountain... seems unlike an ordinary Cultivation family. At the very least, it is far stronger than the Cai Family of Luyang, almost comparable to a cultivation sect. What a pity there are no disciples here, only descendants of the Ling family. If they had spirit stones and medicinal pills, they truly could become a small sect. No wonder Pu Jianyuan had harbored wicked intentions. If he swallowed Misty Mountain whole, Flying Phoenix Ridge's strength would surely soar! Too bad he ran into yours truly. That was his misfortune—he handed his own foundation over to Misty Mountain! Wait, Flying Phoenix Ridge belongs to Ling Zhengyi now, yet he only gave me this tiny amount of spirit stones. Haven't I suffered too great a loss?
As he was musing, Ling Feiyun emerged from the inner residence with Ling Zhengyi, looking utterly respectful. The greed that had just appeared on Xiao Hua's face immediately transformed