"This fellow Daoist..." Xiao Hua cupped his hands. "How did you come to know this Xiao?"
"Hehe." The disciple barely managed to stand, returning the salute as he said, "I am Zhang Xiaogang. I attended the Feathered Immortal Convention at the Taiqing Sect with Fellow Daoist Xiao, though we were not in the same group and had never met. Yet at the convention, Fellow Daoist Xiao fought Yun Zichong with all his might. Zhang witnessed it with his own eyes, so Fellow Daoist Xiao left a deep impression on me!"
"Oh, so that was it!" Xiao Hua nodded and looked at Zhang Xiaogang. "Since you are an old acquaintance from the Feathered Immortal Convention, this Xiao naturally cannot stand idly by!"
As he spoke, Xiao Hua swept a hand. Zhang Xiaogang felt his meridians loosen, and true essence began flowing again!
"Ah! So Fellow Daoist Xiao was not captured?" Zhang Xiaogang was overjoyed.
"When did this Xiao ever say he had been captured?" Xiao Hua waved a hand and took some healing pills from his storage space. Looking at the nearby disciples, he said, "These pills are for Fellow Daoist Zhang!"
"Excellent!" Zhang Xiaogang and the others had all had their storage bags taken away by the sword cultivators. Where could they have found healing pills? Xiao Hua's pills were truly timely rain!
At Zhang Xiaogang's cry, all the surrounding disciples fell silent, delight flashing in their eyes. Of course, the Xunyan Sect was a major sect. Though the many disciples saw a chance to survive, they did not panic. They merely sat quietly and waited for Zhang Xiaogang's rescue.
After accepting the pills and regulating his breath briefly, Zhang Xiaogang walked over to a Xunyan Sect disciple beside him and struck a hand seal onto the man, intending to