"Captain Cui, the guard disciple waited for a long time. When he did not see you or Senior Brother Xiao come over, he left first!" Zhen Minghui said in a low voice as well.
"Hehe, please wait a moment, Martial Uncle Zhen!" Cui Hongshen said with an apologetic smile. "We juniors are about to leave Xuntian City, but Senior Brother Xiao still needs to remain behind. I must first ask Senior Brother Xiao where he will be resting before handing over the token!"
"Hmph~" A late Foundation Establishment disciple beside them sneered. "What is an early Foundation Establishment disciple staying here for? Rather than serve as a guard disciple, he might as well return to Myriad Thunder Valley!"
"Hehe, Martial Uncle Jianfeng, you praise him too highly!" Cui Hongshen clearly knew this disciple as well. Smiling, he said, "Senior Brother Xiao has rendered the most outstanding merits in our Thunder Control Sect First Squad. If he remains on the battlefield, he will absolutely be a nightmare for sword cultivators!"
"It was nothing but luck! You and I are both Myriad Thunder Valley disciples, so there is no need to flaunt those hollow battle merits!" Zhen Jianfeng sneered. "Zhen can wager with you that if we make a trip across the battlefield, not one disciple among us will have fewer merits than you! Why must you gild your own face? Hurry and hand over the token. We are tired too and need to rest quickly. You can hide away and enjoy peace and quiet, while we still have to head onto the battlefield!"
"Please wait, Martial Uncles!" Since this concerned Xiao Hua, Cui Hongshen did not dare neglect it. He now understood Xiao Hua's destructive power even better than Xiangyang did. He bowed repeatedly in all directions. "This junior will go