Fu He and Fu Feng tried their utmost to keep him, but Xiao Hua merely smiled and did not slow his steps. He was now someone of senior standing; everyone treated him with respect, and he was far from as carefree as he had been with Xue Xue. Xiao Hua had no desire to linger here any longer!
Zhong Yejing naturally cupped her hands in farewell to Fu He and the others as well. To tell the truth, she had no interest whatsoever in the Tianfu Sect. Cultivation sects that were not even as good as ordinary Cultivation families—or tiny sects established merely to satisfy Fu He's private desire to be sect master—were plentiful in the Meng Kingdom. She dared not say she had seen a hundred, but she had certainly seen several dozen. Such sects were like morning dew: a little sun, and they vanished!
Zhong Yejing was even quite unable to understand the things Xiao Hua had said for the Tianfu Sect's survival! After all, on Xiaoyu Continent, cultivators were as numerous as ox hairs, while the grudges, karmic ties, and entanglements between them were a tangled skein that could not be sorted out. Xiao Hua would have to pay far too great a price for his words today!
Yet after more than half a day had passed, with Zhong Yejing leading the way, the three of them had not flown very far! What Xiao Hua did, however, gave Zhong Yejing some understanding!
Xiao Hua did not simply fly onward. Instead, he spread out his divine sense. Every time he flew for a while, he would stop and have Zhong Yejing and Xue Xue wait while he flew off alone. Sometimes he went so far that Zhong Yejing's divine sense could not reach him; other times he went