"Junior Brother Xiao... you're injured?" Bright Eyes asked with concern.
"Nothing... nothing!" Xiao Hua waved his hand, took out a medicinal pill, and swallowed it without even looking at it. Panting, he said, "This Xiao has exhausted his strength, and his spiritual power is depleted as well! I need to recuperate for a while!"
He then looked at Zhen Huo and snapped, "Nephew Zhen, why aren't you hurrying over to support your martial uncle?"
"Yes, this disciple is coming right away!" Zhen Huo froze for a moment, then his face lit up with extraordinary delight. He hurriedly flew over and firmly supported Xiao Hua.
Only then did the crowd come back to their senses. The shock on their faces turned into reverence, and an astonished voice rang out: "Y-you are... Xiao Hua? That Thunder Control Sect disciple who lifted the divine object that descended from heaven at the Taiqing Sect's Feathered Immortal Convention? It must be you!"
"Yes, yes, it's Xiao Hua. There can be no mistake!" Another cultivator cried out joyfully. "Yang also attended that Feathered Immortal Convention back then. At the time, Fellow Daoist Xiao's divine strength left me utterly shaken. Who could have imagined that so many years later, we would gather together again? Fellow Daoist Xiao's divine strength has once more shown its might and saved us all!"
Xiao Hua was taken aback. Raising his eyes, he saw two faces filled with delight. Looking at their robes, one wore Kunlun Sect robes, while the other wore Joyful Sect robes. Yet their faces were somewhat unfamiliar, and Xiao Hua could not recall them at all.
After all, at the Feathered Immortal Convention, the Thunder Control Sect had not been assigned to the same group as those two sects, and during the second stage, Xiao Hua had never