"Enough, enough!" Xiangyang cried urgently from the side. Before Xiao Hua could speak, he dashed over and ran to Xiao Hua's side.
"Xiao Hua, are you dissatisfied?" The cultivator seemed to ignore Xiangyang and continued questioning Xiao Hua.
"Forget it..." Xiao Hua sighed and said listlessly, his heart like dead ashes, "This disciple has no dissatisfaction whatsoever! This disciple will submit to any punishment from the Great Thunder Hall!"
"Mm, that is good!" The cultivator nodded, then suddenly asked, "How much spirit stone support do you receive in a year?"
Xiao Hua froze. He glanced at the cultivator, shook his head lazily, and sneered, "Whatever it is, it is. In any case, the spirit stones being confiscated belong to this Xiao. What does it have to do with you?"
"Reporting to Martial Uncle..." Xiangyang hurriedly said with a flattering smile, "This disciple knows..."
"No need..." The cultivator raised a hand, cutting Xiangyang off. "I only know that even three years' worth of spirit stone support... is probably not a hundred top-grade spirit stones, right?"
"Hehe..." The corners of Xiao Hua's lips lifted slightly. He cast a sidelong glance at the cultivator, who was putting on an air of mystery, but said nothing.
"Zhuo [***], all of you go out first. This old man has something to say to Xiao Hua!" The cultivator then handed the Great Thunder Hall's punishment decree to Xiao Hua and spoke coolly to Zhuo [***] and the others over his shoulder.
"Yes, this disciple understands!" Zhuo [***] naturally did not dare delay. She winked at Xiao Hua, signaling him not to lose his temper, then led Xiangyang and the others out of the cave dwelling.
After Zhuo [***] and the others had left, Xiao Hua still asked blandly, "What does Senior wish to say to this