"Heh heh, who couldn't say pretty words?" Xiao Hua praised inwardly, yet sneered again. "Go see whether that Zhi Ma is wounded. If it is, then it belongs to the Huanhua Sect, not to you!"
"Yes, this junior understands!" Zhong Haoran's expression remained calm. With a beckoning hand, the Zhi Ma landed in his palm. After sweeping it with his divine sense, he smiled and said, "To inform Senior, this Zhi Ma indeed bears wounds from an attack by a fire-element magical treasure, likely the work of those Huanhua Sect disciples just now. This thing was not obtained by this junior's efforts alone. Please, Senior, dispose of it as you see fit!"
Seeing Zhong Haoran respectfully offer it over, Xiao Hua swept his sleeve, and the Zhi Ma vanished. Behind Zhong Haoran, a trace of reluctance flashed through the eyes of the four qi refining disciples, but it disappeared at once!
"What are you looking at over there?" Xiao Hua turned and coldly looked toward Gu Yu, a hundred zhang away. "At present, this is a Daoist cultivator war. As a cultivator, it would be perfectly normal for this old man to kill you!"
"If Senior wished to kill this junior, why wait until now?" Gu Yu was unafraid. Raising her head, she replied, "Moreover, Senior is at least a mid golden core cultivator. Could you truly disregard your dignity and kill this junior?"
Xiao Hua stood quietly in midair, seeming to ponder something. Yet after a moment, he laughed again. "Hahaha, that is true! Why didn't this old man seize the chance to kill you just now? Asking such things now, who couldn't give an answer?"
Only after hearing this did Gu Yu's heart finally settle back into place.
"Many thanks to Senior for saving this junior's life!" Gu