"Junior Brother Cui, isn't it not yet time? Junior Brother Xiao may have been delayed by something!" Though anxiety was also written across Xiangyang's face and his eyes kept drifting toward the sky, he still spoke up for Xiao Hua.
"Hmph, all of you have been fooled by that Xiao Hua!" Cui Hongshen said indignantly. "A disciple born a Rogue Cultivator, what does he know of benevolence, righteousness, morality, and virtue? Master's life is now even..."
"Ha ha! Master, look, isn't that Xiao Hua?" Yan Qinglian's sharp eyes spotted him. Holding Xiang Zhili's hand, she raised the other and cried out.
"Ha ha ha, it really is Foster Father! Foster Father, Foster Father..." Xiang Zhili also began jumping about excitedly. Had Yan Qinglian not held him back, he would likely have flown out to charge over already.
Sure enough, Xiao Hua was slowly flying over through the air, speaking in low voices with Qian Diheng as they came. When they neared the group, Qian Diheng clapped his hand and took out a storage bag, handing it to Xiao Hua. Xiao Hua also took out another storage bag and handed it to Qian Diheng. Qian Diheng said nothing further, merely cupped his hands before turning and flying away.
Xiang Zhili hurried forward as Xiao Hua landed, bowed, and said, "Greetings, Foster Father!"
Xiao Hua smiled and helped Xiang Zhili up. "Your foster father left in a hurry, and returned too late as well. I'm afraid I cannot fulfill what I promised you right now. Come closer and let me speak into your ear!"
"Yes!" Delight appeared on Xiang Zhili's face.
Without another word, Xiao Hua set up a soundproofing restriction and briefly explained to him the portion of the Dragon Transformation Art concerning the tempering of meridians. At last, he smiled.