Although Xiao Hua was a distinguished guest of Star Picking Tower, in Fu Zhiwen's eyes, the Qi Stones in Xiao Hua's pocket were far more important than Xiao Hua's cultivation. Thus, Fu Zhiwen still treated Xiao Hua as a fellow Daoist! Even when the dragon bone had appeared just now and Xiao Hua had acted somewhat strangely, Xiao Hua's reaction had been too shocking—he had not made a single move to resist. This gave Fu Zhiwen the mistaken impression that Xiao Hua possessed some protective treasure, or that his innate bloodline differed from ordinary people. Therefore, he had always regarded Xiao Hua as a fellow Daoist with whom he could speak freely.
Xiao Hua smiled and rubbed his nose. When it came to the power of bloodlines, he knew far more than Fu Zhiwen. So he said, "This Xiao naturally understands. Demons... oh, or rather, demon beasts cultivate differently from the human race of my Cangxian Continent. They rely entirely on inherited memories and the power of their physical bloodlines. So long as they are born well, they cultivate well! This is... a textbook case of competing by one's father!"
"Competing by one's father?" Fu Zhiwen was briefly stunned, then burst into laughter. "Fellow Daoist Xiao is truly amusing. That's right—demon beasts compete by their fathers. Whoever has stronger bloodlines in their parents is stronger!"
Xiao Hua looked again at the crystal floating in midair. The white horse inside had its eyes shut, its long face frozen in a faint twitch. Clearly, the white horse had suffered greatly before it was sealed. Suddenly, an indescribable feeling rose in Xiao Hua's heart. Damn it, when Xiao Jian rescued this Xiao back then... was this what this Xiao looked like too?
At that moment, Fu Zhiwen pointed at the white horse again.