Xiao Hua knew that he rarely used the title "True Person Xiao." Aside from Zhang Qingxiao, only Zhongling Mountain Villa had called him that. Zhong Haoran was the only one who could explain this matter.
Yet Zhong Haoran was just as dumbfounded. He too stared at the four men in bewilderment, unable to understand why they worshipped Xiao Hua so fervently. As for Xiao Hua's question, Zhong Haoran could only give a bitter, embarrassed smile. "Reporting to Uncle-Master Xiao, this junior truly does not know! But from their tone, they seem to know of Uncle-Master Xiao's deeds. Moreover... all the common people in places such as Yuncheng City, Zhicheng City, and Fancheng City in our Meng Kingdom have... received Uncle-Master Xiao's grace..."
At that point, Zhong Haoran's heart stirred, and he said in great delight, "This junior understands! These Qi Refining disciples must all have received Uncle-Master's grace!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Xiao Hua found it rather strange. Ever since he had witnessed the desolation in the barren mountains of the Meng Kingdom and discovered fine seeds, he had scattered those seeds throughout the three kingdoms, saving countless lives. But it had only been a dozen or so years since then. Those children could not possibly have cultivated all the way to the tenth layer of Qi Cultivation so quickly, could they?
If that were the case, Xiao Hua might as well have eaten them himself. Why would he have gone through all that trouble?
"You may rise." Xiao Hua smiled and waved his hand, signaling the four disciples to get up from the ground.
Other than their earlier loss of composure upon first seeing Xiao Hua, the four disciples did not even dare utter a word. They merely looked at him respectfully and listened as he questioned Zhong Haoran.